It's 5 a.m. and the ceiling's still there
Wish my heart could say the same
It's as crumpled as these sheets, I swear
Still, it whispers your name
Told myself you were too good to be real
Cuz heaven never falls into my lap
Thought I could trust the way you made me feel
But deep down I knew better than that
Pardon me for thinking that you cared
Pardon me for letting my heart go there.
No, I don't blame you that love is leaving
I blame me -- for believing
I blame me -- for believing
You were as rose-colored as I wanted you to be
But I was blinded by what I didn't want to see
Shame on me
Pardon me for thinking that you cared
Pardon me for letting my heart go there.
No, I don't blame you that love is leaving
I blame me -- for believing
I blame me -- for believing