It took three drinks just to get me here. You said it wasn’t enough, that it wasn’t clear. Four calls to your voicemail. I didn’t understand why, but I apologized. Two trips down memory lane And I don’t think it will ever be like that again. One moment of clarity But I can tell you’re forcing that smile.
I can’t bring myself to tell you what’s wrong with me. Maybe I’m too afraid you’ll be angry. No one’s been able to look under the surface. It’s a mess like a circus, I thought it was my burden. I couldn’t look at you and hope that you would understand. That’s why I keep it close to the chest.
It took six drinks just to get us here. You said it wasn’t my fault, but it is my dear. Five hugs and a kiss for luck. I want to tell you more but my words are stuck. One date to make it up to you And I’m so sorry.