Hope Sandoval, the Warm Inventions - Blanchard

I'm merely standing on the holes in the ground If I follow, they'll never know I'm found I may leave, but I'll never go back there I'm only stumbling on the things that I air Like those days on the porch of your house Tear your rag from the clothes of her hands All those times you sent my brother down your road Holding on to the dope that you sold I knew then that we could never be blessed I know it this way and I know what I confess And I'm not Gonna say I forget Cause I remember every day I play death in the space of my life That's how I feel, and I'll never think it twice All these things that I held against you Who should we blame for the things that we do Who blames who for the ways we turned This old girl(?) and will never see you burn Inside I feel like a child that's gone I'm only saying the things that I've been told (taught?) And I'm not Gonna say I forget 'Cause I remember every day Every day