Ourselves to blame
Girl: step outside, my feet meet the pavement and i'm alright la da da da
Boy: i drive up and i see her outside honey please, come back to me just one time
Girl: so what are you doing here?
Boy: you know exactly what i'm doing here
Girl: just let this go
Boy: i can't let go and she's got me screaming at night when i'm dreaming
Girl: he's got me thinking, i'm not good for anything
Both: look at this mess we've made, with only ourselves to blame
Girl: i know all about your midnight mistakes but i play dumb because the truth i can't face
Boy: and i know about all your mistakes like all of the guys you were with on spring break
Girl: come on just stop, i'm so sick of fighting
Boy: and i look fine now but inside i'm just dying
Girl: just let this go
Boy: i can't let go and she's got me screaming at night when i'm dreaming
Girl: he's got me thinking, i'm not good for anything