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