Fawn

I don't blame you, no, for things that you said
 I don't blame the trees or the leaves, turned green to red
 Don't blame the ice when I fall
 Don't blame the fawn, for it knows nothing at all
 Took my bike down Wythe, made of gold
 Through the wind and the rain, in the cold
 Struck me down on the street, on my own
 Let me burn from my skin to my bone
 Ohhh, you said you're alone, with all of your honest
 Sentiment coursing 'round your bones
 Why are we even told that we'd make it till
 All of our emptiness was filled by 101 (ah ah ah ah)
 Mechanical are the words in air
 Let'em in to pretend that you're there
 And my body's a pile on the ground
 Made up of all the cigarettes you've found
 I don't blame you, no, for the things that you said
 I don't blame the trees or the leaves, turned green to red
 Don't blame the ice when I fall
 Don't blame the fawn, for it knows nothing at all
 Don't blame the fawn, for it knows nothing at all