I'm a little bit drunk now as I write this,But isn't it drunks that tell the truth?I hurt you before but didn't notice,Will this apology ring true?When I look at me,I see flaws everywhere I look,But when I look at you,You're flawless in my book.You tell me I need to see,In me what I see in you,But when all you see is flawless,How can you to yourself be true?Nothing lives up to my outlook,Of pretty wonderful you,Though you...
