[Verse 1]
I'm boutta pass out
Down and out for the count
With my shoes on backwards
Foot in my mouth, woah
Woah
I can’t spit it out, the words from my mouth
To this girl right here
What to say right now, I dunno
Here we go
Last night, had a drunk weekend
And the girl came through
We were more than friends
I thought so
I don't know
I spit it out "You're the one that I like"
She says "Yeah, you were good but you’re just not right for me"
"I'm sorry"

[Chorus]
I wanna be more than friends
I'm sorry but I can't be there for you in that way
I wanna be more than friends
I'm sorry to break your heart

[Verse 2]
Front seat with a bottle of beam
And her mouth is gagged so you can't hear a scream
Oh no, here we go
Accelerate, turn the headlights off
Take one more swig and the bottle's gone
Oh no, where'd it go?
[Chorus]
I wanna be more than friends
I’m sorry but you have no choice
I wanna be more than friends
Sorry to break your heart