Well im not sure if youre angry
But im not gonna stick around to find out
Because this is not worth the time
And the hours on the bus id write about you
Were wasted words
We can patch things up for another week
But theres no point if everything is my fault
Its 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 thats true why do i feel like shit when you call
We can patch things up for another week
But theres no point if everything is my fault
Its all my fault