Party Foul

Hazy morning Pounding headache Frantic messages and calls Find my wallet, pants, and dignity And stumble down the hall Can't remember where I'm going I couldn't tell you where I've been But as I slip into sobriety I'll pay for all my sins Sorry I'm so sorry For the shit I put you through While it doesn't change a goddamn thing It's all that I can do Sorry I'm so sorry For the better man I'm not While that's precious little comfort Guess it's all I've really got 10 AM I'm falling out of bed A hint of wine still on my breath An overachiever today I see I'm still making up excuses Why you're not answering my calls I bet you're thinking I need therapy There's no saving this lost cause Sorry I'm so sorry For the shit I put you through While it doesn't change a goddamn thing It's all that I can do Sorry I'm so sorry For the better man I'm not While that's precious little comfort Guess it's all I've really got Sometimes I wonder why you bother Just sit back and watch me fall I spilled my guts and good intentions Now they're splattered on the wall Suffice to say I'm far from okay I'll still tell you that I'm fine I'd love to tell you I'll get better You must be so damn sick of lies Sorry I'm so sorry For the shit I put you through While it doesn't change a goddamn thing It's all that I can do Sorry I'm so sorry For the better man I'm not While that's precious little comfort Guess it's all I've really got