Untitled in The American Scene

I was up in a panic,
I was fleeing the scene,
I was blurring the boundaries between you and me.
I was focusing on distant things;
I was blaming someone else for a life
That I took off its course all by myself

It gets hard not to think that I've wasted everything,
And every person that I meet sees exactly what you say you see
So go and tell your friends that
You're not sure what went wrong

Yeah I know that happens when I'm gone.
I've sorted this all out; I'll take most the blame for now.
Until your pride will let you pause
Replace short sight with what once was

It got hard not to notice that every word I spoke
When our love lost its focus just stayed suspended
Stuck between my lips
Like you stay suspended, stuck between my lips