F C Bb
I’ll take the blame
If you take the high road
It’s all the same
By this time tomorrow
You’ll take the space
I carved out for wanting
A life made of little lies
Locked in my closet
It’s guilty my conscience
And heavy my heart
My crocodile smiles
Haunt me after dark
Dm Am Bb
Call me a statistic
It’s far less sadistic
Than pinning me down
Into five hundred Fictions
F C Bb
I’ll take the blame
If you take the high road away
Dm Am Bb F7
How classic the cost
You taught me my innocence
Built to be lost, that sin could be
Synthesis
F C Bb
I’ll take the blame
If you take the high road away
Dilute the solution
With forgetfulness
I’ll take the blame
If you take the high road away