Well I guess you didn?t hear about the car that I crashed You know I walked away and didn?t bat an eye I got that piece of shit for free from my friend, John, in New Orleans I think I told you once about that guy Well I waited for you baby but I waited too long Till I was running with the lowest of the low And I could ask you how you been but I don?t guess it matters when You?d find a way to work it everywhere you go And the love that we spoke was just a dirty little joke I guess we could?ve used a little dressin? down But it?s already a legend We?re just tearin? up both our towns Well it?s 11 month?s or more you last stepped through my door But I still talk to you in private every day And if the memory doesn?t kill me I don?t think the liquor will So I?ll keep puttin? all that hard stuff away Chorus 2: No, your pretty little lies were like the sweat upon your thighs That just dried up while we slept without a sound Now we can throw ?em on the fire While we?re tearin? up both our towns