Second Rate

I take the bottle, no need for a cup it will relax me i say all i can think is bottoms up i have pissed away yet another day i spill my guts to you over that small keyboard and now i turly feel the fool i deserve no better than to be scorned my heart you didnt steal i threw it across time i just wanted you to feel something that is truly mine you ask me if it is love and you say you doubt it i do not want to push or shove but i dont know what i will get i laid myself down at your feet you hold in your hands, they key to my fate i want to only your expectations to meet i want you see i am so much more than second rate