I first saw you across the room and thought:
“By now, my lesson's learned.”
But still I drank myself stupid enough to mutter words,
and for some reason you spoke back.
You must not have known that I'm a curse.
Watch and observe; I'll prove you're more than I deserve, but...
I'm down for whatever if you're down for the same
and I'll try not to blow this while it's going my way,
'cause I know you're a shot worth taking.
Steady my aim, move (way) too fast, and say I want you to stay.
I let this happen. I'm rotten.
Tied that noose around my neck
and gently sank to the bottom of a sea of regret.
Another good thing I'll ruin.
I'm still not used to screwing up all that I love.
One day you'll hate my guts, but until then...