incomplete.

I'm sorry I'm not as great an artist And I'm sorry I don't drink all that much I'm sorry I'm not all that cool And I'm sorry I talk too much But there's something that's really making me torn What am I doing all this apologizing for? Just want to be with you and hold your hand But not only when you're falling over, too drunk to stand I wanted you to be there for me when I needed you most But now I'm just the babysitter hanging up your coat

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