I’ll tell you I love you.
I’ll tell you I’ll quit.
I’ll behave well
And won’t throw a fit.

I’ll tell you I’ll lay down.
I’ll tell you I’ll sit.
I’ll say what I need to so
you don’t uncover it.

I’ll tell you I’m better.
I’ll tell you I’m best.
I’ll give you a little
And you’ll eat up the rest.

I’ll tell you I’m quitting.
I’ll tell you I’m done.
I’ll tell you I’ll stay
But for miles I’ll run.

I’ll tell you I need time
To sort out my thoughts.
I’ll go to The Wagon
To soak up the shots.

I’ll tell you I loved you,
I’ll tell you I do.
I’ll tell you I’m healing.
I’ll tell you I’m new.

I’ll tell you I’m better.
I’ll tell you I’m best.
I’ll give you a little
And you’ll eat up the rest.