Loose Strings

Left your jacket in the backseat. It's why I'm calling you now.

Found it tucked up in a ball when I was cleaning the Yoda out. Swing by the house anytime you want.

Oh, I can drop it off.

You know whiskey makes me honest, tequila makes you mean.

Last thing I remember, you were cussing, my keys were in the weeds.

Threw 'em out, said, "I'd love to see you leave, but I won't let you go key yourself and get busted by the po-po.

" So I staggered home alone, still thinking about you.

I'm through talking about all the things you can't change. It's hard moving on.

I don't want you gone.

Ain't it strange the way we keep trying to tie down this thing with these loose strings?

Maybe if we weren't so hard-headed, maybe we wouldn't fight.

And if you weren't so damn pretty, I would've slept last night.

You say you can't live with it, oh, but you can't live without.

It's the little things that I think about when I staggered home alone, still thinking about you.

I'm through talking about all the things you can't change. It's hard moving on.

I don't want you gone.

Ain't it strange the way we keep trying to tie down this thing with these loose strings? Ain't know what you're gonna be, babe.

What you get is what you see, babe. We can try to lock it down in my hole for now.

That ain't you and me, babe.

We keep tying ourselves down with these loose strings.

Every time I turn around, loose strings. You and us just tangled up in loose strings.

Every time I think I love you, loose strings.

Loose strings.

Loose strings.

Loose strings.

Loose strings.