Oh!

It's

like

lo-

ving

a

lion

that

can-

not

be

ta-

med

I

snap

at

the

thought

or

the

so-

und

of

your

name

Pull-

ing

teeth

from

my

sto-

mach

you've

been

eaten

a-

live

My

blood

fills

your

lungs,

my

soul

your

in-

side

My

feet

they

stand

on

a-

shes

From

the

fires

that

you've

made

Burn-

ing

brid-

ges

Just

to

save

your

face

If

I

say

I

wouldn't

be

hos-

tile

Could

you

say

you

would

do

the

same

If

we

are

all

made

just

a

lit-

tle

bit

bro-

ken

Tell

me

who

is

to

blame

Tell

me

who

is

to

blame

I'm

sen-

sing

a

feeling

pick-

ing

wounds

of

re-

gret

That

left

a-

lone

there's

no

scarring

ill

dig

and

ill

dig

Scratch-

ing

and

itch-

ing

I'll

keep

bit-

ing

my

lip

From

this

pain

that

I'm

feeling

Pick-

ing

wounds

of

re-

gret

A

cut

cannot

heal

Unless

you

leave

it

a-

lone

I'll

open

mine

dai-

ly

Lea-

ving

bones

ex-

posed

Exposed!

Oh

If

I

say

I

wouldn't

be

hos-

tile

Could

you

say

you

would

do

the

same

If

we

are

all

made

just

a

lit-

tle

bit

bro-

ken

Tell

me

who

is

to

blame

Tell

me

who

is

to

blame

To

blame!

Standing

on

ashes

from

the

fires

you've

made

Burn-

ing

your

brid-

ges

just

to

save

your

face

Wounds

of

re-

gret

If

I

say

I

wouldn't

be

hos-

tile

Could

you

say

you

would

do

the

same

If

we

are

all

made

just

a

lit-

tle

bit

bro-

ken

Tell

me

who

is

to

blame

Tell

me

who

is

to

blame

To

blame!

We

are

bro-

ken,

im-

perfect

We

were

all

made

the

same

We're

bro-

ken,

we're

bro-

ken,

im-

per-

fect

We

are

all

to,

blame!