All we are, we're desperate things
We're wretched things, Or is it just me
Counting spins in the ceiling fan
Laying in my bed, Asking myself
How could I even ask what it is that went wrong
It's written all on the walls in red
And in all my worthless songs
And even when I sing about love
I know the words they're all false
Because darling though you didn't ask me
Yes it was all my fault
I don't mean to redeem myself
No all this is, Is trying to understand
Finding time to drown myself
In double wells, Oh keep em coming
How could I even ask what it is that went wrong
It's written all on the walls in red
And in all my worthless songs
And even when I sing about love
I know the words they're all false
Because darling though you didn't ask me
Yes it was all my fault
It was my fault
It was my fault
It was my fault
Yes it was my fault
Oh it was my fault
Yea it was my fault
