I should have been ashamed
I should have been mortified
I should have hung my head
Dug me a hole and climbed inside
Cause I was able
But the crumbs on the table kept me satisfied
No one should walk this path alone
My path of loneliness and shame
I thought my heart would turn to stone
Before our eyes, and with your blessing
What made me a martyr
What makes me your outcast
I just wanted to feel something
I should have been ashamed
I should have been mortified
I should have hung my head
Dug me a hole and climbed inside
Cause I was able
But the crumbs on the table kept me satisfied
Hot off the press, come get the news
Right from the source of the scandal
About the dangers of the muse
And temptations too great to handle
What made me a martyr
What makes me your outcast
I just wanted to feel something
I just wanted to feel something
I should have been ashamed
I should have been mortified
I should have hung my head
Dug me a hole and climbed inside
Cause I was able
But the crumbs on the table kept me satisfied
Do I sound mean
Do I sound rude
Do you think me petty
Think me cruel
Was I in love with you or you or you or you
I tried to be so true so true so true
I should have been ashamed
I should have been mortified
I should have hung my head
Dug me a hole and climbed inside
Cause I was able
But the crumbs on the table kept me satisfied
And I should have been ashamed