A Bird in Hand

You know what you are to me
Don’t make me say it over and over again
It’s way too late or much too early
You know how I get
When I’m left alone to my vices
Like the grown ups did when I was a kid
That said, I’m a bird in your hand
So take me as I am
You know what you are to me
Don’t make me say it over and over again
My left hand, the part of me
It stays late to clean up the mess
When I’m sick of all my choices
Like the grown ups I grew up with
Angels and addicts
When I put my arms around you, I mean it
When I’m too drunk to stay up with you, I mean it
When I slam doors 'cause I’m pissed at you, I mean it
When I put on a suit and say «I do.» I mean it
You know what you are to me
Don’t make me say it over and over again
Over and over again (x12)