It's not that I'm blaming you
It's not that I'm shaming you
I'm trying to fit the pieces in my mind,
So I could keep from framing you.

I don't know what religion is
Who or what to believe in
Hot 'n cold,
My faith changes like the seasons.

Our puzzle pieces scrambled
I swear I had it handled
Somewhere along the way,
We flew off the handle.

Landed feet first
You would've thought my feet hurt
But I slipped on gravel,
And ****** up my t-shirt