It's Your Fault

I've been up all night
With bloodshot eyes
Saw the moon fall
Saw the sun rise
I'd have no clue
There was a world outside
If it wasn't for me crawling cross these sheets
To close the blinds
Wine cork on the floor and a half empty bottle on the night stand

(CHORUS)
It used to be the hard stuff
Used to be the neon
Used to be the Marlboro Reds
First name friends I could blame a hangover on
Hanging on the heartache
A double on the last call
A twenty in a tip jar
Just to hear the guitar
Play me one more song
That ain't good enough to blame these
Staying up all night long days on
Girl, it's your fault

Blame it on your finger prints
On the shower door
Blame it on your black dress
Laying on the bedroom floor
Blame it on my flannel shirt
Wrapped around your soft skin
Yeah that sexy little look you're giving me
Keeping me home from work again

(CHORUS)
It used to be the hard stuff
Used to be the neon
Used to be the Marlboro Reds
First name friends I could blame a hangover on
Hanging on the heartache
A double on the last call
A twenty in the tip jar
Just to hear the guitar
Play me one more song
That ain't good enough to blame these
Staying up all night long days on
Girl, it's your fault

(CHORUS)
It used to be the hard stuff
Used to be the neon
Used to be the Marlboro Reds
First name friends I could blame a hangover on
Hanging on the heartache
A double on the last call
A twenty in the tip jar
Just to hear the guitar
Play me one more song
That ain't good enough to blame these
Staying up all night long days on
Girl, it's your fault
It's your fault