You said you had my back
But I was attacked by a pack of dogs frothing at the mouth
Stabbed in the face
Glass in my guts, crash
Passed in the passenger's side
You were drunk
And falling, falling, falling, down
You were falling, falling down

J'aime, j'aime, j'aime, parlez vous
Such a shame, shame shame, shame on you
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime, parlez vous
Can I blame, blame, blame, blame you?

You cut your feet on the glass
In the grass
Shards got stuck in the past
When the footprints you left didn't last
I through you a bone
But you bit one of my own
I'm gonna do it
Without it
It's appalling, appalling, how short your hair can grow
I know there's a problem
When you gave up
You were gone

J'aime, j'aime, j'aime, parlez vous
Such a shame, shame, shame, shame on you
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime, parlez vous
Can I blame, blame, blame, blame you?

You said you had my back
But I was attacked by a pack of dogs frothing at the mouth
Stabbed in the face
Glass in my guts, crash
Passed in the passenger's side
You were drunk

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Writer(s): Nicholas Shanahan Thorburn