I don't miss you at all That you left behind I don't miss you It doesn't hurt When I think of you And all the things we'll Never get to do I don't dream at night about the way we were I tore up the pictures, crossed out all the words

Ah, girl, girl Is there anybody going to listen to my story All about the girl who came to stay? She's the kind of girl You want so much, it makes you sorry Still you don't regret a single day When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her

In the morning I'll be be better Sing it again Happens all the time I think I lost my mind Don't worry about me But don't worry about me Things are only getting better I don't set alarms

I don't need your love 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck You say you're sorry, but it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up So I cut you off 'Cause I already cried enough I've been done I've been movin' on

It's your love Oh, it's a beautiful thing Don't think I can keep it all in It just does something to me It sends a shock right through me I can't get enough And if you wonder About the spell I'm under Oh it's your love

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I

That could still be be us Wish I could say it don't get to me but it does And I know I probably think about you way too much But that's because And it still is sometimes at night when my eyes are shut Wide awake staring at my phone Who's gonna give in

What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around comes around Don't want to think about it Don't want to talk about it I'm just so sick about it Can't believe it's ending this way Just so confused about it Feeling

I'll dot your I's and cross your fuckin' T's (Bring it!) There ain't nothin' in this world for free There's not a man, not a man I believe Give a rat's ass what you think about me I give a shit, don't give a shit about anything This is the man that I'm

If New Orleans is beat, if New Orleans is beat Where does that leave you and me? Don't think about it Your smile is fading a bit, so I ration it Here where the Mississippi quits Where it's still got a bit of Minnesota in it No one will give you a thing