Well, I'm not sure if you're angry
But I'm not gonna stick around
To find out
Because this is not worth the time
And the hours on the bus I'd write about you
Were wasted words
We can patch things up for another week
But there's no point if everything is my fault
It's all my fault
Sitting inside your living room
Screaming "I hate the things you do"
Inside of your head
Time after time you fall
For the same mistakes you made
When you thought that love belonged
To you, to you, to you, to you
You said, "you can write about what you want"
If that's true, why do I feel like shit when you call?
We can patch things up for another week
But there's no point if everything is my fault
It's all my fault
