I always accepted that you'd be better than all of this I never made promises I couldn't keep As you stood before me deciding that I was an open book Something made you think you'd read all my dirty little pages Cover and all Is my apology accepted for all the whiskey that ended up in your face? I never really was much of a diplomat Now as you lay before me deciding that I am an open book One never knows when an unforseen mood could take over and darken my eyes Oh I could fall on my knees and I could learn to beg But I will not repent for nothing No matter what you say or what you said I make my own bed I always accepted you'd be better than all of this