It was the summer of twenty-fifteen
Should I blame it on the shot of gin?
Or to the perfect scenery I always crave?
With blue skies, white sand, and calming waves
Then all of a sudden, without warning
I can't get enough of you morning 'til evening
Your text messages meant more than they should be
Your chat and emojis meant less than they shouldn't be
Never thought our bodies will get closer
Neither our hearts will fall deeper
Should I blame it on that Four Pics One Word thing?
Or to your expertise in neck-rubbing?
And just when we're on top of the ride,
While butterflies were our tour guide,
Like the guy from the Halloween disco,
You left me up there so I fell solo.
How could I not see it coming?
Or was I blinded by a prince charming?
Should I blame it on me, being clingy?
Or to my overwhelming feelings, sweetie?
All I did was to put my heart on my sleeve
Yet I was deceived just like Eve.
Should I blame it on you?
Of course, I do!