Nhạc sĩ: Morgan Wallen, Ernest Keith Smith, Josh Thompson, Ryan Vojtesak
I don't always wake up in the morningPull myself strongAh, but when I get lonely, I doYour memory gets a-burnin'Lean back on the bourbonSo as hell can't keep leaning on you Looks like I'm learning the hard way againIt's all my fault,yeah I dropped the ball You're gone and I'm gone three seats to thewind Thinking about all I've wasted on youAll of thistime and all of this money All of these sorries I don't owe you, honeyAll of these miles on this Chevy in personA few of them days I spent wasted on youWasted on youYeah, I swore this won't be differentMy heart wouldn't listenTo my head and these boots on my feetLooks like I'm learning the hard way againThat's why I've been wasted on youAll of this time and all of this moneyAll of these sorries I don't owe you, honeyAll of these miles on this Chevy in personA few of them days I spent wasted on youWasted on youI'm not this pile of your stuff that's packed up in the backRight down to the flame of this matchWasted on youAll of this time and all of this moneyAll of these sorries I don't owe you, honeyAll of these miles on this ChevyBeing present up here all them days I spent wasted on youWasted on you Wasted on you