I call you up to 15 times a day
And even if I don’t know what to say
I’ll buy you silver diamond rings
And other punk rock furry things
And all the gifts that you could do without
It’s not your fault, no
It’s not your fault, no
It’s not your fault, no
It’s not your fault
You were born into this giant mess
Got reasons to be happy when you’re stressed
I want to move away with you
But you’re too busy in solitude
I just want to get you out of your house
It’s not your fault, no
It’s not your fault, no
It’s not your fault, no
It’s not your fault