Excuses

Why'd you think I make the excuses to make Words sound like bruises? I'm so over the headaches, making love songs and Sex tapes. Let's just cut the illusion 'cause in This game we're both losing, and I know you Don't want this. It takes so long To get back home. 'Cause I know we gonna fight, that's the way That I know that the love is gone. It takes so long to get back Home. 'Cause I know we gonna fight, that's the way That I know that the love is gone. When you're intoxicated, yeah, That's the only time I fake it, Mmm. When you're intoxicated, oh, I don't know who you are. It takes so long To get back home. 'Cause I know we gonna fight, that's the way That I know that the love is gone. You know our time is short, this piece of Me that's yours always. You know our time is short, this piece of Me that's yours always.