To Us

Well, we ain't talked in six damn months I don't know how to feel

You took me on a ride on a road of lies Drove away when I was about killed

You can say what you want, baby, I don't think it's gonna work

You got me getting messed up, then driving my truck And being late for work

I've been doing myself like you told me Trying to make a better man of the old me

Knowing it was good when it was Hold on to the memory of us

And I could blame the bottle, mash the throttle, leave it all behind in dust

But we press rewind when we know it ain't right All over again to us, to us

I know what you're thinking, I know that you're drinking When you tell me you love me

I know where it's going, you say he ain't important But he got put above me