Blame Shifting 201

you're the better days;

something bright in a dark hallway.

and i'm blind, leaning against picture frames

trying to feel my way past the rising flames.

and maybe this won't just be temporary.

and maybe i'll finally find sanctuary.

while there's something i can't put my fingers on

i just want to put my fingers on you.

stay in earshot, because sooner or later

i'll figure out what i meant to say so many days ago.

you're the answer to every question

i'm too scared to ask

there's too many regrets to mention

from my past

but you could be the one thing

that i look back on and love

cuz at the end of every best-case scenario

you're what i'm thinking of

and i've thought so long about this.

am i thinking straight?

for the first time in years, i think it's not too late

to make a martyr of my memories

the not-too-distant legacy

of such a fucked-up fate.

but i'm shifting all the blame

and i've gotten so good at it

i could pass any exam on perpetuating bad habits

come in closer, i've got important business

i've figured out that i don't want to miss this

i'm wreaking havoc

on all my old habits

because they just leave me dry

cuz they just deceive and lie

but you make me feel so much less damaged

and i'm ravaged

by you, and those eyes

and that laugh, and oh, god,

i guess it's everything.

i'd give up anything

for a shot at this.