Looking back, I see a million little things 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 school ring
And 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 coolers

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 break up ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done, yeah



And I know she'd 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 heartbreak

And 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 coolers

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 break up ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done, yeah



Will it make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell

So 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 coolers

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 break up ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done

Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done, yeah