What's with all those things you said to me?
I know you've never pulled a punch.
And why is everything I say - so wrong
What's with all those things that made you sad?
You know you thought them on a hunch.
I don't believe the things you told yourself.
But what if all we are is faking it?
Not "What if" I think the same
And what I'm saying is you've done me wrong
And I'm just blaming you to blame.
Yes I'm just blaming you to blame.
And so that punch I've never thrown so hard
I guess I do that in my sleep
And so that punch I've never thrown at all
It's just a quiet thing to think
A subtle slip and then I'm gone to you
And I thought I played your game.
But I know I climbed from innocence
And I'm just blaming
You to blame.