Verse 1:
She swears that she's ok
She's up and down but up on most days

She's touch and go and touches her face
When admitting these things to this newly made stranger


And

He fidgets anxiously

It's not his fault but still feels guilty 'cause
He hates the fact that he's in the right
While she's left wiping her eyes


Chorus:
And he's thinking, "If I could put the weight

On someone who didn't count,
Who I couldn't give a damn about
Oh if I could point the finger on things that were all on me

It would be easy to stay here"

Verse 2:

She makes an honest case
A frame-by-frame with details explained
And he accepts the logic but can't discard

How the sum hurts more than it's parts

Chorus:

And he's thinking,
"If I could put the weight on someone who didn't count,
Who I couldn't give a damn about

Oh if I could point the finger on things that were all on me
It would be easy to stay here"


"Oh if I could put the weight on someone who didn't count,
Who I couldn't give a $#&@ about
Oh if I could point the finger on things that were all on me

It would be easy to stay here"