Yeah! Last Friday night I wasn't me I was a still life trapped in eternity I was the focal point; out of focus, out of ink
And I’ve been wandering nightly through the garden of your heartache Always making a mess, always stumbling out the door But I don’t wanna be an asshole anymore
(Whoa) Baby, maybe I’ll be good to you I don’t wanna be an asshole anymore (Whoa) Baby, maybe I’ll be good to you Baby, maybe I’ll be good to you
Another night, I devour the sun Plunge myself into the depths of oblivion Yeah somewhere along the way I found wine Feels damn good just to bleed sometimes All I ever wanted was to make things right Years of idleness and spite I push my emotions off a bridge, I’ve been taking them hostage with a shotgun Now I'm somewhere treading water, Somewhere lost inside the the man that I'm not But I don’t wanna be an asshole anymore
(Whoa) Baby, maybe I’ll be good to you I don’t wanna be an asshole anymore (Whoa) Baby, maybe I’ll be good to you I’ll be good to you I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good
I won’t lie no more about where I’ve been And I won’t pry no more over the people that you’re hanging with You’re the only lover that I ever missed And have been hopelessly in love with Look at this tangle of thorns I don’t wanna be an asshole anymore Yeah, I don’t wanna be an asshole anymore Oh no, no, no