Blame it
Blame it
Blame it
Blame it

Blame it on the fact that when I drink I get real mean
Blame it on the fact that I'm no good at in between
Do you hate me? Do you love me?
Do you forgive me? Or is it "fuck me"? (I'm fucked up, shit)
Blame it on the fact that I just hate being alone
Or blame it on the fact I always run when something's wrong
Don't wanna see you, but I have to
I get nervous looking at you

But tell me it'll be okay
(Tell me everything is gonna be okay)
If I say I'm on my way, promise that you'll make it go away
I'm on my way
But tell me it'll be okay
(Tell me everything is gonna be okay)
If I say I'm on my way, promise that you'll make it go away
I'm on my way

I've got a problem with being intimate — at least I'm admittin' it
Isn't it obvious I'm too sensitive, can't take what I be dishin', but
If I apologize, I ain't drivin', no, I got a ride
I'm on my way