i asked you, to go out, with me your quite the knock out
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i showed up early pounding loud on your front door
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can i use, your bathroom, and not a moment too soon
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it must have been the hot wings from the night before
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i could just keep it in
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another couple hours maybe then
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you would be telling me what's really on your mind
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just hold that thought, i'll be right back,
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i just can't hold it in this time
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the blow-out, was ugly, just tell your mom i'm sorry
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i didn't mean to drive your family from your home
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they seemed so pissed at me
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it happens to us all it will you'll see
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i know, i know, my so called life has got to go
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why do i always seem to mess things up - most everytime
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and i know, i know, a second chance for me to show
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i wanna make it up to you and take you out a second time
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no wonder, you hate me, you spent 3 hours waiting
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while i was in your bathroom, clogging up the bowl
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thought of so many ways
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deciding what i probably shouldn't say
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Splash Back
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