Blame It

Blame it

Blame it

Blame it

Blame it

Blame it on the fact that when I drink I get real mean

Blame it on the fact that I'm no good at in between

Do you hate me? Do you love me?

Do you forgive me? Or is it "fuck me"? (I'm fucked up, shit)

Blame it on the fact that I just hate being alone

Or blame it on the fact I always run when something's wrong

Don't wanna see you, but I have to

I get nervous looking at you

But tell me it'll be okay

(Tell me everything is gonna be okay)

If I say I'm on my way, promise that you'll make it go away

I'm on my way

But tell me it'll be okay

(Tell me everything is gonna be okay)

If I say I'm on my way, promise that you'll make it go away

I'm on my way

I've got a problem with being intimate — at least I'm admittin' it

Isn't it obvious I'm too sensitive, can't take what I be dishin', but

If I apologize, I ain't drivin', no, I got a ride

I'm on my way