So I'm crying to John Bunyan, I don't feel well Well, hell, I guess I must've done this to myself Drinking beer in the backyard with friends I love But when I drink too much I just think of you, and that isn't fun I'm sorry that these days I just haven't felt you I hate to say no, but I'm just not in the mood Wish I could give you what you deserve But we shared a closet, now my clothes just smell like yours Sweetheart, I'm sorry I couldn't give it all to you Oh, I threw out my bag, tryna lasso the moon You, my soulmate It appears as though we've entered a stalemate
