Ten miles from nowhere
There`s a story that`s true
About a fine girl and a boy just like you
They fell so deeply
But then fell apart
Now they say the same words of what used to be
What used to be:
I blame you
I blame you
I blame you
He drops his car keys
And crawls on the ground
Finds her old haircomb
She`d wear into town
Can`t bear to keep it, or throw it away
Gets back down on his kness
Put it back where it lay
Back where it lay
I blame you
I blame you
I blame you