It's completely my fault.

I'd swear on my life that it wasn't me if only you couldn't see through my lies; how my features flinch as my eyes dart from side to side during the milisecond silences between my utterly false words. An inconspicuous gulp. An unseen flaring of the nostrils. But no. I won't put either of us through it. Clearly, this has the Kid written all over it. Blame the Kid, I urge you, and do it with vigor.