I've been wishing on the wrong stars
and its all coming back to me,
the things I did that got me here,
and its all my fault, its all my fault.
I've been licking salt off tabletops
and I can't stop trying too hard,
staying awake for days and
I know that its all my fault.
I haven't had a proper meal
since the last time I saw my mom
and I haven't had much sleep
since the last night you were home.
And I know its all my fault, its all my fault.
If you could listen to what I say
and not have to hear me talk,
you'd understand what it is I want.
I've been wiping my eyes on dirty rags
and keeping my feelings in laundry bags,
trying to show I'm getting better when I'm not
and I'm sorry and I know its all my fault.
When I cough, I taste rocks
and I can't seem to get back what I lost,
and I know its all my fault, its all my fault
and you're all I want.