Blame the weather for everything you've said and done
To be free I refused to recall how you left us here to die

We're counting backwards to seem sober
Are we counting backwards?
To seem?

I blame your mother for every crime you've done
One, two, three
I refuse to recall how you left us here to die

Should I meet you underwater?
I'll give you a fever in December
It's blowing up and you're not there
Growing up and you're still scared

Are you still, are you still scared?