I would have done it I woulda been sober I would have ripped out my heart, reversed and run it over Woulda been the kindling Would have fanned the fire Be the one lying to you when everyone says you're a liar Maybe you were better in my memory Covered your tracks so I couldn't see Woulda been your rifle Woulda been your lifeline Woulda cleaned up all your wounds and made the stars shine Maybe you were better in my memory Covered your tracks so I couldn't see When you ask for nothing That's what you get And I guess that makes me easy to forget When you ask for nothing That's what you get That's what you get And I guess that makes me easy to forget Woulda been your nursemaid Checking vitals at your bedside Pump your lungs with oxygen Making sure you breath right Maybe that one night Woulda pulled a little too tight Maybe you were better in my memory Covered your tracks so they couldn't see Little white lies oh it's torture To see those light grey hairs surround my face Little fine lines Oh they get closer to covering every single inch upon my face