(One, two)
(One, two, three four)
(Woah)
(Woah)

Are my earrings in your Bronco?
Do you want your sweatshirt back?
My mom got some bad news about her heart
No one else knows about all that
I checked out a new bar downtown
And the drinks went to my head
I tried to call my sister and my finger slipped
I clicked on your name instead

I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out
Just thought me up another, and if I need the sound
Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it
Don't you know, I'm full of excuses?
I ain't proud of it, but whatcha gonna do?
My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you
I know damn well that I shouldn't do it
I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless
I'm full of excuses

(Woah)

Heard Kenny playin' at the MAPCO
While I was toppin' off 89
Found that photo booth picture in the console
Damn it if that ain't a sign

Yeah, I know that we ended
But I don't think we meant it
Just right thing, wrong time

I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out
Just thought me up another, and if I need the sound
Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it
Don't you know, I'm full of excuses?
I ain't proud of it, but whatcha gonna do?
My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you
I know damn well that I shouldn't do it
I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless
I'm full of excuses

I'm full of excuses
Aw, yeah
(Woah)

I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out
Just thought me up another, and if I need the sound
Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it
Don't you know, I'm full of excuses?
I ain't proud of it, but whatcha gonna do?
My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you
I know damn well that I shouldn't do it
I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless
I'm full of excuses

I'm full of excuses
Aw, yeah
(Woah)
I'll tell ya it's useless, I'm full of excuses