Who's to blame?
Is it my lack of compassion
Or is it your lack of faith?
Who's to blame?
Now she's Saying
That I'm just a dick who never cared
I just don't want to answer these questions dear
That's all I'm saying
Now we're laying.
All alone against the bedroom door
And I'm not so sure I can take much more
So, who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Is it my type A personality?
Or my high functioning anxiety?
Who's to say?
And by the way
Im not a dick I swear I cared
But sometimes even working things need repair
And that's okay