“Promise that you won’t fall for me..”
What’s that?
Didn’t hear you, too late
Too late, too late, too late
Guess what? …Well, I’m drunk
Thought I’d never write a love song again
Then again I guess I’ll never again
Well, well… too late
I gotta write about what I don’t write about
It’s just like me to let me destroy myself
Not fair… well, well
Hey check it out
I don’t got flowers for you
But I got dinner plans
I got my right hand
Hand in hand
And hands with plans
Wine and words, my pens and plants
Come on, kids, and clap your hands
Come on, Liz, just one last dance
Please?
