It turns out that hell

Is a little hotel

Where you realize you're part of that hard clientele

Where you don't come across

A girl like you lost

Watch reruns of m.a.s.h. while you rehash your thoughts.

I wish the silence would run out of lonely

That god would let my prayers get through

And you wouldn't dance through my mind every night

But it don't, he won't and you do.

Mini bar alcohol

It's too late to call

Just wait on the sunrise and three tylenol

For the big wheels to turn

The diesel to burn

Seven missed calls 'cause my momma's concerned.

I wish the silence would run out of lonely

That god would let my prayers get through

And you wouldn't dance through my mind every night

But it don't, he won't and you do.

I wish the bourbon would blur out the heartache

That the devil would cut a boy loose

And you wouldn't dance through my mind every night

But it don't, he won't and you do.

Yeah, you do

Oh, you do.

I wish that ten thousand sorries would cut it

That your guy'd break your heart in two

That you didn't seem so happy without me

But it don't, and he won't and you do

It don't, he won't and you do.