Write It On Your Hand

Don't ask me, I just crawled in here on my hands and knees I can't see, from the fog on my gla*ses and sweating to death from the heat It's alright, I've been shit on before, I've had other doors slammed in my face But it's cool, I'll just go back to school And learn how to lie to you better (chorus) Let me write it on your hand So you won't forget Forget just what you had Go and write it on your hand 13 rings, and I picked up my cell phone and you gave me hell for awhile About stupid things, like hanging out with that guy, and why the hell does he always smile It's alright, 'cause my phone's out of range, ain't it funny and strange how you're fading away, I can't hear what you say I guess you can write me a letter (chorus)