Maybe it was me
maybe it was her
it was some time ago
a bit of a blur
We both grabbed it greedily
we held it for a while
life lowered its fangs
put on a smile
But she had her demons
I had my ways
we were on different pages
in different plays
Maybe it was me
maybe it was her
it was some time ago
al a bit of a blur
I want a holiday from Blame.
I’m sorry I ever knew its name.
It should be sent up in flames.
I know its nasty little game.
From small beginnings it sneakily came
into our lives. Could not be tamed.
No love affair can be sustained
In the endless barrage of Blame.
So let us now both abstain.
I want a holiday from Blame.
A holiday from Blame.
Won’t you come with me?
We can start again.
John Malone 