i blame it on you.
you and the fact that the only reason i drank that
lemonade was because you were nicer the more i tripped.
you were kinder when i stuttered.
and you killed a piece of me.
a piece of us.

i blame it on you.
maybe all those playful tickles that started to hurt.
maybe thats what did it.
maybe thats what stopped the fighting kicks.

i blame it on you.
because you made me turn to that to relax.
to deal with your hatred and your hurtful words.
because you turned to it too.

i blame it on you.
because you didn't care like i did.
you tried to make me get over it.
"don't dwell on it, baby. it's better this way."
maybe better for you.
but i still live with it everyday.

i blame it all on you.
because i would've gone to the end of the world for it.
and you would've given up.

the part that i will take the blame for is the fact that
i let it happen.
i gave you trust; you gave me a mess to clean up.
i'll never be okay with it.
i'll always miss what once was.