Blame Fiction

Blame Fiction - The Belle Game

Bit off your nails with fibs that you told

Sold all your wares and hid your fool's gold

Made love to lies when it grew too cold

Lessons you learned a grin you could hold

I I I gave you up

I I I knew to take fire

I I I gave you up

I I I knew to take fire

Gave me your arms when I came to you

Wove a deep thread I couldn't undo

Blamed you for fiction you chose to lose

Held it too close what we failed to prove

I I I gave you up

I I I knew to take fire

I I I gave you up

I I I knew to take fire

You you you gave me up

You you you knew to take fire

You you you gave me up

You you you knew to take fire

I I I gave you up

I I I knew to take fire

I I I gave you up

I I I knew to take fire

I I I gave you up

I I I knew to take fire

Knew to take fire

Knew to take fire

Knew to take fire

Knew to take fire

Knew to take fire