I Blame You

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 hair comb
She'd wear into town

Can't bear to keep it, or throw it away
Gets back down on his knees
Put it back where it lay
Back where it lay