It's Our Fault
by Swamp Thing· from In Shame
polaroids of a city that's grown sick of itself
pictures of a time that make it hurt to breathe
caught playing like we know who we are, and what we believe in
lost in the hurt that i'll never be that golden boy for your dreams
does of a new man carry scars thick with guilt?
secrets prying at his teeth or locked burning in his chest
left with empty words and icy stares
oh just fucking forget it, there?s no way for me to win
you were wrong when you called me spineless
i?ve got enough guts to cover this floor
some people choose just to give up
while all the others are forced to let go
nightmares continue, and i?m taking steps that always slip
i can?t find my way out, or the ground
that can hold the weight
of my problems, of my faults, of all things i could have fought
maybe if i had grown some thicker skin
i could have been warm on all of those nights
i could have shut out the devils that haunt me
and helped me ruin your life
i knew me once