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

I 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, a part of me
It stays late to clean up my 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 (12x)

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Writer(s): MICHAEL THOMAS KINSELLA