With a hot sweat and I'm still wearing my makeup
I heard something and it's not quite right
When I reached out and turned on my bedroom light
When I'm on the cusp between reality and sleeping
Like dropping glass marbles on a table top
Body's begging for forgiveness but my brain won't stop
And I think it's all my fault
And I think it's all my fault
Hands gripped around the bed frame
I feel sick and the air's thick
I would've warned you if I could've cause I want it to stop
If I had to measure it in fear it would be right at the top
Soft skin pulling me closer
Her eyes fixed and it's making me sober
She told me it's okay and that she's got me there in her arms
calm after the storm the fire to keep me warm
I think it's all my fault
And I think it's all my fault
I think it's all my fault
And I think it's all my fault
I think it's all my fault
And I think it's all my fault
I think it's all my fault
And I think it's all my fault
I think it's all my fault
And I think it's all my fault