Without Excuse - The fin.

I scratched on your name

Ink sticks my hands

You won't like it

I just don't know why

I scratched on your name

Ink sticks my hands

You won't like it

I just let it go

Rain's falling on my head

Into my thought without excuse

Rain's soaking into my name

And my thought without excuse wins

Rain's falling on my head

Into my thought without excuse

Rain's soaking into my name

And my thought without excuse wins