Grey Gordon old houses

We met in a house
neither of us talk about anymore
you walked me to the door
you kissed me goodnight
you open your eyes
you didn't look frightened as much as surprised
it got stuck in your mouth
you couldn't let your love out
your friends hated me
but who could blame them i was a creep
i was so weak, i should never be aloud to speak
i opened my mouth some bull shit fell out
i always lie when im in doubt
ill cut you in two
we know not what we do
i always fail at loving who deserves it most
and i let you down so many times your like a ghost
Its always me, its always me, its always me
who fucks it up