Lyrics: Ashley Cooke/Johnny Clawson/Kyle Sturrock
Music: Ashley Cooke/Johnny Clawson/Kyle Sturrock
(One, two)
(One, two, three, four)
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 allΒ that
I checked out a new bar downtown
And the drinks went to my head
I tried to call my sister, but finger slipped
I clicked on your name instead
I've got a million of'em, ain't close to running 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, trying to not let go of you
I know damn well that I shouldn't do it
I tell myself, but I tell you it's useless
I'm full of excuses
Heard Kenny playing at the Mapco
While I was topping 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've got a million of'em, ain't close to running 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, trying to not let go of you
I know damn well that I shouldn't do it
I tell myself, but I tell you it's useless
I'm full of excuses
I'm full of excuses
I've got a million of'em, ain't close to running 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, trying to not let go of you
I know damn well that I shouldn't do it
I tell myself, but I tell you it's useless
I'm full of excuses
I'm full of excuses
Aw, yeah
I tell you it's useless
I'm full of excuses