If I had your audacity, I'd rearrange my words more than slightly To tell you how ashamed of you I am, But maybe it's more than me. It's your forceful, situational, feigned empathy. You're coming clean, But you've denied responsibility. Between you and me, I'm not buying anything, But then again I could be wrong. Maybe I'm looking For someone to place the blame on. I've heard that assuming Falsely assesses you and me as things, And goddammit I'm guilty of it. I should learn To bite my tongue And save my voice for something along the lines of confession. Between you and me, I'm not proud of anything. But then again I could be wrong. Maybe I'm looking For someone to place the blame on. Maybe, I shouldn't be So wrapped up in your course of action, I'm definitely playing detective. If I keep this up, Who knows if I'll have friends to speak of Or for anymore? But then again I could be wrong. Maybe I'm looking For someone to place the blame on. Maybe, I shouldn't be So wrapped up in your course of action, I'm definitely playing detective. But then again I could be wrong. Maybe I'm looking For someone to place the blame on. Between you and me, I'm not proud of anything.