Lyrics

I'd like to blame it on my job But I can't blame it on that I can't blame it on the tetherball That never comes unattached I'd like to blame it on the dead ears The ringing in my dead ears Every note I hit feels a little flat Stare into the chasm of a broken heart A toothache of sorts, a very late start That rock in the sea, it ain't like me You're sinking in the sand I can't blame my girlfriend She's a real, real, real, real, real friend With a cool, cool heart That never goes cold on me I can't blame it on the lying, idiot, rockstar mirror I'm dancing like a moron I guess it's my own fault Yes, it's my own fault again There's temperament And there's tentative action And somewhere in the middle There's a bitter young fool With a palate for poison And a poem for every rejection Comes down to me and me Or you and you, alone The people we love Could never crawl inside of us Even if they wanted to Happy's up to you