Zach Bryan Dear Miss

There's a letter to your mother that is hidden is my desk That I wrote to her in a sober mind It's my apology for all the things I used to be And swearin' I'll change over time She might not believe me 'cause no one ever does Except her daughter that loves me true God forbid all it takes for a boy to finally wait Just to be cherished and loved all the way through She lets me drink my liquor when I'm singin' through the night She slaps my hand when it's too much She's mean and she's kind, strong and divine And Lord only knows how tough So dear Miss, by the time you see this It'll be in love or it'll be in pain May God bless and keep us May you think kind of my name And I know I've had my days and I've made my mistakes So please point me to the nearest perfect man I'll gladly take advice from a man with no vice If it means I can hold your hand She was raised up proper and I was raised up With a poor working boy's heart The way the light is beatin' on her smilin' cheeks this evenin' Is the finest of the world's fine art So dear Miss, by the time you see this I'll be in love or it'll be in vain So may God bless and keep us May you think kind of my name And she's standin' in the doorway ramblin' on about my old ways How they were reckless and free How all my imperfections and every ugly lesson Is worth every last second with me