Ourselves to blame

Girl: step outside, my feet meet the pavement and i'm alright.. la da da da

Boy: i drive up and i see her outside honey please, come back to me just one time

Girl: so what are you doing here?

Boy: you know exactly what i'm doing here

Girl: just let this go

Boy: i can't let go and she's got me screaming at night when i'm dreaming

Girl: he's got me thinking, i'm not good for anything

Both: look at this mess we've made, with only ourselves to blame

Girl: i know all about your midnight mistakes but i play dumb because the truth i can't face

Boy: and i know about all your mistakes like all of the guys you were with on spring break

Girl: come on just stop, i'm so sick of fighting

Boy: and i look fine now but inside i'm just dying

Girl: just let this go

Boy: i can't let go and she's got me screaming at night when i'm dreaming

Girl: he's got me thinking, i'm not good for anything