You got so goddamn drunk you couldn't stand So I had to drive you home You passed out by the first red light So I didn't know where to go So I drove down every back road Waiting for the sunlight to shine on your face
So you woke up, looked up at me A smile from ear to ear You said "oh I apologized I could never handle beer" So I took you back to your place, as you Closed the door you said "next one's on me"
So tell me who burned you with their cigarette Who spilled all that wine on your wedding dress?
You're so fucked up and I love it You're so obtuse but I love you anyway (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah) You're so fucked up but I love it Dazed and confused but I love you anyway (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah)
I got so goddamn drunk 'cause I couldn't stand The way you talked to me I said "oh I apologize I ain't what you want me to be" So I told you, you were crazy And you sat right up and said "I don't agree" That's fine with me
So tell me who burned you with their cigarette Who spilled all that wine on your wedding dress?
You're so fucked up and I love it You're so obtuse but I love you anyway (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah) You're so fucked up but I love it Dazed and confused but I love you anyway (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah)
Ripped dress, cigarettes, late on rent, styled mess, stress test But goddamn, I love you anyway I love you anyway Bad news, loose screws, like a noose, high on fumes, takin' blues But goddamn, I love you anyway I love you anyway
You're so fucked up and I love it You're so obtuse but I love you anyway (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah) You're so fucked up but I love it Dazed and confused but I love you anyway (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah)
Compositores: Michael D Goodman, Aaron Accetta, Dylan S Quagliato, Andy Robert Tongren, Julian Dimagiba, Steven Patrick ECAD: Obra #13078524