This is a song about "Contrite"

While i am always sad i'm bad, i'm contrite, ya i'm down

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

He was contrite when he know that he denied

So he started proclaiming,he was contrite he was shouting loud he thought

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

So he decided to contrite from god,

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot