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

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 won't fix it any quicker We don't have to pull the trigger Getting nowhere, tired of fighting Put the gun down, do the right thing Come along, just show some mercy Do you really wanna hurt me? I don't even wanna open this door No, I don't wanna step

And know that if I knew all of the answers I would not hold them from you Know all of the things that I know 'Cause we've told each other There is no other way When your mind is a mess so is mine I can't sleep 'Cause it hurts when I think my thoughts

Please, don't let me hurt you more In my hair and in my thoughts It's in your stare and at your core She knows a good thing now With our own cost and all can hear the word We spend the whole days all We're feeling more apart And we know you can do more I

This world can hurt you It cuts you deep and leaves a scar Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart Well, there's broken silence By thunder crashing in the dark (crash in the dark) And this broken record Spin endless circles in the bar (spin

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

And you know that in time you will find That they always come back, yeah they always come back We've all been played, we all get hurt Just take the pain and let that motherfucker burn They're all the same, they never learn So dig their grave, and let

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Whoa, left, right, left, right, left Left, right, left, right, left We’re almost there baby one more step Whoa, we’re almost there only one more step Oh I been hurting lately I’m down on all my luck Sometimes there’s no one there by your side I don’t