Beck - Nobody's Fault But My Own

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, 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 
its 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 
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, 
garbage pails and darkened jails 
and their tongues are full of heartless tales 
that drain on you 
who would ever notice you 
you fade into a shaded room 
it's such a selfish 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 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 

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...