scapegoat

We were crying in a good way

But there's blood on the body

We were leaving from a party

And the lights of the road were all black ice

We were laughing in a bad way

To the point where my ribs would ache and burn

There's an undercover mistake

Working full time to make what I could for ages

But you know

If I left would you have gone

Would you have gone

Blame it on the scapegoat

Using his life to tell a story of ages