What happened to the trips we took through the windmills and the cornfields
I was so much younger then
You have to know that there's a chance this might not work, but you have to trust me.
I know that it hurts
I'm only doing things I know how to do
Don't blame me
Did you ever think it might be you
Don't you think I know what I've done wrong
You tell me I don't love you when you're the one pushing me away
You'd rather stay home with a bottle of God knows what
Than give me anything that I might need
This somber season pours out my quickly fleeting thoughts so much faster than the others
In the cold I can't feel
I can't feel my fingertips as they run through your hair
But I want to make you see me the way that I see you
I just can't get through
I'm only doing things I know how to do
Don't blame me
I wanna learn from my mistakes.
Learn to open my eyes
Learn to go blind
Then learn to see again
I think I know what I've done