i asked you, to go out, with me your quite the knock out

i showed up early pounding loud on your front door

can i use, your bathroom, and not a moment too soon

it must have been the hot wings from the night before

i could just keep it in

another couple hours maybe then



you would be telling me what's really on your mind

just hold that thought, i'll be right back,

i just can't hold it in this time



the blow-out, was ugly, just tell your mom i'm sorry

i didn't mean to drive your family from your home

they seemed so pissed at me

it happens to us all it will you'll see



i know, i know, my so called life has got to go

why do i always seem to mess things up - most everytime

and i know, i know, a second chance for me to show

i wanna make it up to you and take you out a second time



no wonder, you hate me, you spent 3 hours waiting

while i was in your bathroom, clogging up the bowl

thought of so many ways

deciding what i probably shouldn't say