Texty:
Ten Foot Pole Excuses

It was the alcohol you said Took away your common sense You don't remember a thing Unconsciousness is your defense It's everybody's fault but yours And

It was the alcohol you said Took away your common sense You don't remember a thing Unconsciousness is your defense It's everybody's fault but yours

bother knockin' on my door 'Cause I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole You dug your grave now lay on back Shame about that Well, excuse me for my

bother knockin' on my door 'Cause I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole You dug your grave now lay on back Shame about that Well excuse me for my

down, Guess I have no one else to blame but me, Even when I know it's wrong, I still want to believe, Another half apology, Another broken promise another time you failed us, One more excuse