"excuses" lyrics

All 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 what you 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

Whoa

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 what you 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
Oh, yeah
Whoa

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 what you 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
Oh, yeah
Whoa
I'll tell ya it's useless
I'm full of excuses