Joel Crouse - Don't Tell Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Your door is locked, girl, and I deserve it
I've knocked, knocked 'till my hand is hurting sore
It's just a quarter to four
I'm only late by 8 little hours
But I got a hand full of thirsty flowers
Now, baby, can we talk it out?

[Chorus]
You can tell me I'm a no good thoughtless jerk
That I'm a selfish, stupid loser and make it hurt, make it hurt
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll say that you're right
And the only way I will be spending the night
Is on this side of the door
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore

[Verse 2]
I ran into the guys on the way here
They were all shooting pool and drinking cold beer, hun
They only offered me one
Next thing I knew above` the crowd I heard last call
They ran us out, I left my keys and my phone on the bar
I had to walk this far

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Open the door, I'm beggin' please
I'm out here on my knees
Baby, baby, I'm sorry

[Chorus]