Rose are red, violets are blue.

I have been listening to a ton of country music, and all I think about is you.

I fucked so many things up in my life, I still don’t know what the heck I’m supposed to do.

I made so many promises that I didn’t keep, and I never wanted to become that dude.

But I’m here now, and I wonder how much more time I should waste before it’s too late.

Even though I’m the worst, to keep it real, you’ve consistently been great.

I even remember that one time I fell asleep on our first date.

You said nothing because it’s like you always knew it was some sort of fate.

Now I spend so much time thinking about what I’m going to do to make it right.

It’s probably not something I should waste more time on and just quit putting up a fight.

I love you, I do; I’m just a little crazy in the head, and apparently, with these kinds of things, I’ve never been bright.

Who would’ve thought we would be hereafter that time I decided to pull you up a chair on sight.

It’s crazy that even with all the random thoughts I have, you fit perfectly into each and every plan.

I thought I’d always want to finish all of my dreams with a “baggage” ban.

I thought I’d want to be an irresponsible kid, but I’ll become a bigger man for you.

You probably think you’re my number 1 supporter, but the truth is that I’m your number one fan.