How long
can you make the joke before it makes you cry?
Before you ask your brother why he's a bully in denial
Blaming you all the while for when your dad left the frame
And there was no one else to blame
How long can you take the smoke before you have to lie to yourself?
When you say you're on your last cigarette pack
Well you're not a 1950s ad I hate to say
It's just another thing to blame For the burden and the stress
For the heartache and the mess you
entertain Well you put your money down
On which part of you is next to slip down the drain?
With nothing,
nowhere, and no one, no one else to blame
Another stick catches the spoke But no one sees you fly
You're gonna take the ground in style Go down a leather and crocodile
Find some laundry pins and hang up a smile
Walk down another useless aisle
Well when will you confess
You find rest in someone else's shame?
Optimism at its best is just an
educated guess And it all looks the same
With nothing,
nowhere,
and no one, no one else to blame
With nothing,
nowhere,
and no one,
no one else to blame