I blame myself for blaming you.
This piece of me that fades away.
The pillow rests across my face.
In deep consciousness, I complain.
The window's closed and locked for now.
Your pity eyes and what they want.
I blame myself for letting you go
Without a word of how I'm feeling.
I am to blame. I am to blame.
For every night I spend alone, it's all my fault.
To every friend that I have hurt, it's all my fault.
It's all my fault. It's all my fault.
I blame myself for speaking out
In silent tongues, echoing the tragic.
And how our eyes seemed to meet,
Without a simple meeting of just us.
I am to blame. I am to blame.
For every night I spend alone, it's all my fault.
To every friend that I have hurt, it's all my fault.
It's all my fault. It's all my fault.
Blankets and pillows; swords and shields.
Blankets and pillows; swords and shields.
A car not meant for driving.
You are what makes sense, at least for now.
I blame myself for losing you.
The tortured victim lonely on the floor.
The dedication in your name.
I feel responsible. I am to blame.
I am to blame. I am to blame.
I am to blame. I am to blame.
For every love I have let go, it's all my fault.
And you will never really know how it's my fault.
For everything that I have lost, it's all my fault.
To all the friends that I have cost, it's all my fault.
It's all my fault. It's all my fault.
It's all my fault. It's all my fault.
Blankets and pillows; swords and shields.
Blankets and pillows; swords and shields.
Blankets and pillows; three lost years.
Blankets and pillows...