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