im to blame

If imitations just high flattery then I've made myself blush

Because I have been pretending to be the man you thought I was

'Cause you'd say jump, I'd say how high, and then you'd smile

And I'd know I did good

And I've been drinking from a cocktail made of my own doubts in pain

But it kinda tastes like soda if I close my eyes and strain

And I'll take this one on the rocks cause you took my sweaters

So now I am just cold.

You said you had expectations

Well dear I felt the same

But I had all these questions