well I fumbled for a pencil and my I'm so sorry pad
and I wrote until I sprained my stupid brain
well you know that there's a reason why I made this up so fast
I thought I'd never get a chance to say
what's on my mind, I'm never kind
when my vocabulary's secondary to a bottle of
wine
but I promise I can love you
just like a man
and I promise I can hold you
like nobody can
I never knew the difference between bullsh** and sincere
as long as it sounded good while coming out
and I can't blame it on my father, he gave me my first beer
and he held my head back as I puked it out
what was I saying, there I go playing
the game I know so well
talking about myself when it should be you