He thinks before he speaks
Sign my guestbook and win a free pass.
But he’s drunk, so his thoughts aren’t straight
And soon his world is exposed
What he once had locked away
Exposed to the lips that spread words
At home he lays awake
Hoping that she didn’t hear
And if she did hear, she wouldn’t say
Because he knows how he feels about the world
But doesn’t want the world to know he feels that way