Blame Shifting 201

you're the better days;
something bright in a dark hallway.
and i'm blind, leaning against picture frames
trying to feel my way past the rising flames.
and maybe this won't just be temporary.
and maybe i'll finally find sanctuary.
while there's something i can't put my fingers on
i just want to put my fingers on you.

stay in earshot, because sooner or later
i'll figure out what i meant to say so many days ago.

you're the answer to every question
i'm too scared to ask
there's too many regrets to mention
from my past
but you could be the one thing
that i look back on and love
cuz at the end of every best-case scenario
you're what i'm thinking of
and i've thought so long about this.

am i thinking straight?
for the first time in years, i think it's not too late
to make a martyr of my memories
the not-too-distant legacy
of such a fucked-up fate.
but i'm shifting all the blame
and i've gotten so good at it
i could pass any exam on perpetuating bad habits

come in closer, i've got important business
i've figured out that i don't want to miss this

i'm wreaking havoc
on all my old habits
because they just leave me dry
cuz they just deceive and lie
but you make me feel so much less damaged
and i'm ravaged
by you, and those eyes
and that laugh, and oh, god,
i guess it's everything.
i'd give up anything
for a shot at this.