For Me to Blame

I asked,
Could you maybe wonder?
For once deliver me away,
In a dream,
Tucked under the carpet's weight,

Don't remember to cry so easy,
We're going gently into that sweet night,
Map out the wormholes,
While my soul becomes translucent light,

Here we sit to the feet of a million drums,
Pounding of the contempt,
Dribble away from the lips of my mouth,
I'm drifting,
Please just place me back,
On top of the record player,

Relax for the moment,
Feel the world bearing down the shoulders,
Of the one they tried to blame,
I funnel the trees into the sea,
And topple over the mountains,
Can you check the receipt?
Maybe we're not quite dead after all,

Somebody's so alive in here,
I can feel the breath,
Trickling across my neck,
I become foam when you're the darkest hour,
Was not what I came for,
It wasn't suppose to make you cry.