Lyrics:

Blame this messed up knee on a crossCountry team in the Friday night lightsBlame the scar on my chin for getting mixed upIn that ''you don''t mess with my best friend'' fightAnd the yes sir, yes ma''amNever quite give a damn was handed down from my old manBlame it all on my mommaFor my tendency to wanna bow my head and say amenBut when it comes to holdin'' on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her upAnd that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beamDrops a needle on it, back to frontAnd the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of meWalking out on what ain''t ever comin'' backYeah, you can thank me for thatYou can thank me for thatWish I could point a little blame, but there ain''t one thing that she did wrongJust one lie about some other guy would put some move in my movin'' onAnd all I can pin on that girl is she took my world and made it better with her in itNow there ain''t no other way to spin itBut when it comes to holdin'' on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her upAnd that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beamDrops a needle on it, back to frontAnd the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of meWalking out on what ain''t ever comin'' backYeah, you can thank me for thatYou can thank me for the messed up headAnd that part that won''t let me stop missin'' herWhen I go to point a finger, I just aim it at the man in the mirrorYeahBut when it comes to holdin'' on to a long hone lonely at last call, I wanna call her upAnd that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beamDrops a needle on it, back to frontAnd the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of meWalking out on what ain''t ever comin'' backYeah, you can thank me for thatYou can thank me for thatOhYou can thank me for that