I am on the last part home, the parts that don't exist
I've been trying to sleep for days to forget what I miss
If I had anything in this world, I'd take your hand
But what's the point in holding on to what you can't?

And she's to blame
For all the broken strings on my guitar
And she's to blame
For all the recent cracks on my bloody, broken heart
I guess that's just what I mean to her

Every night since the last night, I forgot what I found
I'm alone in my own home because you're not around
The hunger never felt this real, this way, this deep
How can a shaking body ever get its sleep?

And she's to blame
For all the broken strings on my guitar
And she's to blame
For all the recent cracks on my bloody, broken heart
I guess that's just what I mean to her

And she's to blame
For all the broken strings on my guitar
And she's to blame
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Well, I guess that's just what I mean to her
Well, I guess that's just what I mean to her
Well, I guess that's just what I mean to her
To her