Bruising's easy when you're clumsy, when you're drunk it's even worse We could childproof the living room but I don't think that it would help The carpet's stained from use, tipped over gla**es and leftover food And when the dishes pile up I'll do them in the morning I never make myself clear yet my intentions keep you near No wonder you're confused By muffled descriptions and my drunken slurs Let's not ruin a good thing, I need a friend not a relationship Because I'm the worse kind of person always throwing good things away You won't see it but you will someday When you're tired of getting old tired of all my friends I won't get tired of you Let's move to Seattle I won't break this promise to you I hear it rains all year but that's alright with me Because I need a coast to keep me in line