Blame Me

My plans expire tomorrow, or whenever

I’ve squeezed out all the good stuff

Myths almost look like they could be true

Shallow minds and pointy fingers

Blame me for their own misfortune

There’s no relief hidden in the dark

Only if I stay awake long enough

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