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 I made this up so fast
I though 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 bullshit and sincere
As long as it sounded good
While coming out
And I can`t blame it on my father
He gave me my 1st 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