Pass me the salt, I've got sores to sooth.
I admit this in some honesty: this may be
most likely the last this is my fault.
Truth is (true or false) I don't know the rules.
Line up my better traits - they double my faults.
Double my wine - I'm almost completely honest. For
most of the year I'm fine.
If you can wait the Winter,
I'll shine in Spring.
"you're such a pest a buggy, annoying, smelly pest and you better shape up i'm warning you you better find yourself a job in this relationship and stop putting it all on me"