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 running 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
Trying not let go of you
I know damn well that I shouldn't do it
I tell myself
But I 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 running 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
Trying to 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
(Ooh, yeah)
(Woah)

I got a million of 'em
Ain't close to running 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
Trying to 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
(Woah)
I'll tell you it's useless
I'm full of excuses