old friends

Blame it on your old friends
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on your cold hands
Your self control
You came into it low tide
And waded with your head afloat
It's a shame I never waved goodbye
I never could've made you whole

It's a struggle you're feeling
There's no voice of reason
This summer we needed more things to believe in
Instead of a lover
Some air I could breathe in
That night you took care
And one hell of a beating

Now I'm not sure if it's me or misreading
Your letters; there's hope
But on paper it's seeming
Don't finish that sentence
And forget the meaning
I'll bare it awake
Go find peace when I'm sleeping
I hope
At least I hope

Blame it on your old friends
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on your cold hands
Your self control
You came into it low tide
And waded with your head afloat
It's a shame I never waved goodbye
I never could've made you whole
I know