maybe it’s me, maybe it’s you.
whose fault this time?

this is a bad world, darling, a very big bad world.
and everybody keeps saying you’re just trying to make things right
they say you’re solving everything
they say those things take time
how can you say everything is going to be alright?

they say: have patience
the same tongues that accuse me of not trying hard enough

the one to pull the trigger
the one who pushed me into the hole
that one was you, dear
that one was you

how can they say it’s unconditional love?