i left the bar with bruised ribs from a punch meant for my face now i know what you think about fighting but i don t know how to walk away maybe i m just a loser losin or maybe i don t know when to quit maybe i i just don t give a shit and i can t make real all your dreamin or buy you shiny little things and i don t have any religion or money in the bank but i can promise you my secrets and that i d fight for you and i drove on out to your house hoping the light was still on just wishing i was smart enough to turn around and go home and maybe i m just the fool being foolish or maybe i ve got bad luck or maybe i i just don t give a fuck and i can t make real all your wishin hell i ve got some of my own but i can hold you with a love you can feel down in the bone i can promise you my secrets and that i d fight for you