I wish I read the fine print
of being in your existence
So I wouldn't feel so ashamed
I knew I should've been there on your birthday
but my illiterate mind got in the way
and I'm sorry for little thought of mine I say
but I love you
and you know I'm blessed for all you do
a borderline resident of your living room
selling my guts to tell the truth
but I love you
and it makes me wanna cry
and it makes me wanna die
when all I had to do was read a sentence right
But I couldn't last night