Don't Tell Our Friends About Me - Andrew Combs

The older I am, the wiser I’m not

And I felt ashamed of how angry I got

I know I was not getting my message across

I know you can’t stand it when that’s how I talk

When I summon a duel or when I brandish a thought

I was wrong to turn honesty against you

And sure, some of them could use a good talk

But babe, don’t tell all our friends about me

Please, baby, don’t tell our friends about me

I could sleep on the couch, if you want me to

I can be a good dog and just sit with you

Do whatever it is that you ask me to do

Till you forgive me and I forgive you

Yeah, I know you got the beating, but I caught a few

Frankly, I don’t know what else I can confess to you

Lovers may quarrel and spar sometimes

But babe, don’t tell all our friends about me

Please, baby, don’t tell our friends about me

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

But please, baby, don’t tell our friends about me

You said you just needed some time to adjust

It’s been 48 hours and 3 weeks and 2 months

Hummingbirds hum and worker bees buzz

You put too much confidence in the people you trust

All the enemies and friends, they’ll all tend to judge

And I’ll write songs that’ll help me deal with issues

And sure, some people may hear too much

But babe, they don’t tell all our friends about us

You know it makes them talk too much

So please, baby, don’t tell all our friends about me

(All your friends aren’t my friends anymore)

Please, baby, don’t tell our friends about me

Yes, I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I know I fucked up

But please, baby, don’t tell all our friends about me