i asked you, to go out, with me your quite the knock out
  i showed up early pounding loud on your front door
  can i use, your bathroom, and not a moment too soon
  it must have been the hot wings from the night before
  i could just keep it in
  another couple hours maybe then
    you would be telling me what's really on your mind
  just hold that thought, i'll be right back,
  i just can't hold it in this time
    the blow-out, was ugly, just tell your mom i'm sorry
  i didn't mean to drive your family from your home
  they seemed so pissed at me
  it happens to us all it will you'll see
    i know, i know, my so called life has got to go
  why do i always seem to mess things up - most everytime
  and i know, i know, a second chance for me to show
  i wanna make it up to you and take you out a second time
    no wonder, you hate me, you spent 3 hours waiting
  while i was in your bathroom, clogging up the bowl
  thought of so many ways
  deciding what i probably shouldn't say