The world above me Looks out onto A square of theatre stage fume But you'll never You will never use it 'Cause of all of the broken paints and shell within in Dust covers every surface Strategically lining the worlds between us Cool in the evening When you're forced to stay in ♪ If it's no one's fault Then it's everyone's fault If it's no one's fault Then it's everyone's fault If it's no one's fault Then it's everyone's fault ♪ The bed gets wider And those three word phrases is hard to And tenderness is gone, no It's just a solo night bus home, oh You're never meant to go ♪ And those teenage hang-ups are hard to beat When your closet is piled up with defeat, oh And those teenage hang-ups are hard to beat When your closet is piled up with defeat Your defeat, your defeat, -feat, -feat, -feat ♪ If it's no one's fault Then it's everyone's fault If it's no one's fault Then it's everyone's fault If it's no one's fault Then maybe it's your fault Maybe it's your fault