You couldn't give me a straight answer on the foot of your bed you chain-smoke blank stares hold your head and feign a sigh just know this for every action there's a consequence and just because yours haven't caught up with you yet I'll bet if you give it time ask you for the hundredth time tonight you roll over and tell me to kill the lights I thought for sure I'd get it right this time I'm coming up short again and on giving good advice maybe next time you'll think twice before giving birth to a phrase you didn't mean but felt you had to say in broken English a total wreck in a photo finish of my regrets truth is a bitter pill I should know I swallowed hard you went down whole the best advice you never gave Florida rhymes with pain