Blame. Blaise Lucarelli

Puking all my heart out
I’m sick of missin your fuckin face
Did I choose to be this beat up
But I love the way you taste

I’m singing love songs in your basement
Hope they reach your locked up place
Don’t want to see my life in pictures
Guess me happy brings you pain
Count the bones stacked in your closet
Feeling lucky they’re not mine
Still I tripped up in your minefield
Caught you playing with my mind
Take a good look in the mirror
Are you happy
With what you find

If I’m crazy
Guess I’m crazy
If I’m crazy
You’re to blame
You’re to blame
You’re to blame

Now I’m feeling left of center
Cause you’re screwing with my aim
And I paint my tears with glitter
Hoping I forget your name