Tekstovi: Butch Walker. Letters. Promise.

Well, I fumbled for a pencil and my, I'm so sorry pad
And I wrote until I sprained my stupid brain
And I know that there's a reason why I made this up so fast
I thought I'd never get a chance to say

What's on my mind? I'm never kind
When my vocabulary's secondary to a bottle of wine

But I promise I can love you
Just like a man
Promise I can hold you
Like nobody can

I never knew the difference between bullshit or sincere
As long as it sounded good while comin' out
And I can't blame it on my father, he gave me my 1st beer
And he held my head back as I puked it out

What was I sayin'? There I go playin' the game I know so well
I'm talking about myself when it should be you

But I promise I can love you
Just like a man
Promise I can hold you
Like nobody can