Excuse Maria

Crying in the car
Turn the radio up
So we can’t speak

You’re the one I want
I care too much
To let you get rid of me

I just know I, can’t afford
To do this anymore

All you need is me
In your back pocket
Stitched to you
Like a broken promise
Not in the mood, deja vu
I don’t have an excuse

Why make it so complicated?
All the time I spent solving mazes
May and June, face the truth
I don’t have an excuse

I'd be lying if I said
I had other people to see
My twisted logic
I’m just embarrassed and
Eagеr to please