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