Boy With A Problem

I feel like a boy with a problem

I can't remember what I've forgotten

All because I slapped your face and made you cry

It's the last thing I want to do

Pull the curtains on me and you

Pull the carpet from under love

Pull the bow out of Cupid's view

You swore you wouldn't shout

It's not your punch then it's your pout

Days in silence try my temper

Nights spent drinking to remember

How memories are always tender

I crept out last night behind your back

The little they know might be the piece I lack

Came home drunk

Staggering words

I've had a drink

Invited some girls tonight

I've got a problem but let's go to bed

I can roll over and I can play dead

But here I am in the doghouse instead

I feel like a boy with a problem

I can't recall what I've forgotten

Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me