Verse 1:
She swears that she's ok
She's up and down but up on most days
She's touch and go and touches her face
When admitting these things to this newly made stranger

And

He fidgets anxiously
It's not his fault but still feels guilty 'cause
He hates the fact that he's in the right
While she's left wiping her eyes

Chorus:
And he's thinking, "If I could put the weight
On someone who didn't count,
Who I couldn't give a damn about
Oh if I could point the finger on things that were all on me
It would be easy to stay here"

Verse 2:
She makes an honest case
A frame-by-frame with details explained
And he accepts the logic but can't discard
How the sum hurts more than it's parts

Chorus:
And he's thinking,
"If I could put the weight on someone who didn't count,
Who I couldn't give a damn about
Oh if I could point the finger on things that were all on me
It would be easy to stay here"

"Oh if I could put the weight on someone who didn't count,
Who I couldn't give a fuck about
Oh if I could point the finger on things that were all on me
It would be easy to stay here"