(Beck)

Treated you like a rusty blade
A throwaway from an open grave
Cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go.
And on the day you said it’s true
Some love holds, and some gets used.
Tried to tell you I never knew it could be so sweet.
Who could ever be so cruel, blame the devil for the things you do.
It’s such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues.

Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault but my own
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault but my own

When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights the way for you
When the road is full of nails,
Darkened jails and garbage pails
And their tongues are full at heartless tales that drain on you
Who would even notice you and fade into a shaded room
Such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues

Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault but my own
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault but my own