An organised mess

Put the blame on me

I guess I never really was the type for group settings 

I can so easily fade into the background 

and once i'm behind, 

I wouldn't dare push past someone who was ahead of me 

Don't be threatened, 

I know my place 

I guess that's why I mixed cold beans and mayonnaise together in my mouth 

I mimicked the sound of vomiting so well, and lied to your face

I may be a fraud

But at least i'm not in the background when I am alone.

For a second, I felt I was loosing grip of our love 

I could feel an endless distance between us as I laid in your arms 

So, I done the one thing I knew I shouldn't

I ensured our future and eradicated all ideas of distance 

All I needed was that faint line 

And I knew you would always be mine 

I may be a fraud 

But I always was frightened by the idea of abandonment 

I cannot be abandoned now. 

I guess I was never great at hearing the critique I knew was true 

Not because of the critique

I slandered my own name so deeply the earths core almost changed direction 

But because I do not have the bravery to change it 

I know what say and act to give people hope 

But then again, so does the pope 

Yet masses continue to die 

And I continue to lie 

In the hope that people will still believe it 

I wish I wasn't me

And I wish it wasn't me you could see 

and so, 

when you do not know where the blame should go,

you can put the blame on me.