(One, two)

(One, two, three four)

(Woah)

(Woah)

Are my earrings in your Bronco?

Do you want your sweatshirt back?

My mom got some bad news about her heart

No one else knows about all that

I checked out a new bar downtown

And the drinks went to my head

I tried to call my sister and my finger slipped

I clicked on your name instead

I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out

Just thought me up another, and if I need the sound

Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it

Don't you know, I'm full of excuses?

I ain't proud of it, but whatcha gonna do?

My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you

I know damn well that I shouldn't do it

I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless

I'm full of excuses

(Woah)

Heard Kenny playin' at the MAPCO

While I was toppin' off 89

Found that photo booth picture in the console

Damn it if that ain't a sign

Yeah, I know that we ended

But I don't think we meant it

Just right thing, wrong time

I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out

Just thought me up another, and if I need the sound

Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it

Don't you know, I'm full of excuses?

I ain't proud of it, but whatcha gonna do?

My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you

I know damn well that I shouldn't do it

I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless

I'm full of excuses

I'm full of excuses

Aw, yeah

(Woah)

I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out

Just thought me up another, and if I need the sound

Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it

Don't you know, I'm full of excuses?

I ain't proud of it, but whatcha gonna do?

My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you

I know damn well that I shouldn't do it

I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless

I'm full of excuses

I'm full of excuses

Aw, yeah

(Woah)

I'll tell ya it's useless, I'm full of excuses