Rob Bonfiglio

Lyrics

BLAME THIS

Jane, I don't want to be here anymore,
Keys are in the bedroom on the floor,
Complicated memories we made,
Been talking in my sleep again

Jane, covering the distance left to go,
Leaving me with nothing more to show,
But geometric circles before my eyes,
A situation compromise

Blame this existential crisis on myself,
This evidently didn't wear as well as I had planned,
Daydream, in colors ultraviolet and blue,
Bleed, endless oversaturated hues of earth and sand

Subliminal spaces left behind,
My singular event horizon mind,
I bleed away a soft and mellow trace,
Of interstellar outer space

What will be waiting for us at the end of the line,
Will we wait for all time?

Blame this existential crisis on myself,
This evidently didn't wear as well as I had planned

Blame this
Oh, blame me
Oh, this existential crisis on myself

Jane, I don't want to be here

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