I left the bar with bruised ribs From a punch meant for my face Now I know what you think about fighting But I dont know how to walk away Maybe I'm just a loser, losin' Or maybe I dont know when to quit Maybe I... I just dont give a shit And I can't make real all your dreamin' Or buy you shiny little things And I don't have any religion Or money in the bank But I can promise you my secrets And that I'd fight for you And I drove on out to your house Hoping the light was still on Just wishing I was smart enough To turn around and go home And maybe I'm just the fool being foolish Or maybe I've got bad luck Or maybe I... I just dont give a fuck And I can't make real all your wishin' Hell, I've got some of my own But I can hold you with a love You can feel down in the bone I can promise you my secrets And that I'd fight for you