Happy Hour

Looking back I see a million little things that wrecked us
She never liked my pickup truck parked up beside her Lexus
And I never wore them khakis like she asked me
Just trashy old blue jeans, old Skoal ring
She packed up her Chanel, said 'go to hell', taught me a lesson
And now as far as she’s concerned
I’m in a deep and dark depression
But it’s happy hour, drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain’t supposed to be fun
But I’m here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah
And I know she’ll hear about my 'paint the town red' gallivanting
And she’ll think I thought of her curves when I found that gal to dance with
And she’ll tell her friends I’m faking, my hearts breaking, time will take away
my grin
But not when every bar I stumble in
Is happy hour, drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain’t supposed to be fun
But I’m here at happy hour, happy ours is done
Well it’ll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell
Tell her ever since she left me it’s like time is standing still
And it’s happy hour, drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain’t supposed to be fun
But I’m here at happy hour, happy ours is done
Yeah, I’m here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah