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We sat inside your car
Down the street is where you parked
That is where we talked
About what kind of guy I am
I thought you were being distant
Because you needed distance
I'll drape these words across my chest:
Everything is my fault
And I did not mean to make this
The worst night of your life
I need you to know what happened
It's been eating away at me
I'll drape these words across my chest:
Everything is my fault
I thought that you were distant
Because you needed distance
I'll drape these words across my chest:
Everything is my fault