Lyrics: Grey Area. Fanbelt Algebra. Better Man.

I want to tell you,
you're stronger than you think,
and I'm just glad you realized you had too much to drink.
When I look at you the fog has been erased,
and I don't care what it was
cause now you're on your way.

Some people just can't "have just one."
Some things are better left alone.
I never liked that guy, remembering back then.
But that's all in the past, there's no need to pretend.

Please just call on me, if you feel like giving in,
cause I don't want to let it get the best of you again.