Compositor: Beau Bailey / Cole Miracle / Gabe Foust / Payton Smith
Them slept-in Sunday mornings
Empty pew from a night out late with Jack
She gave me lip, but she gave me grace
Yeah, she shouldn't have
Yeah, all of them half-ass sorrys
Every word she let me take right on back
We cleared the air, she cleaned the slate
Yeah, she shouldn't have
And these dadgum boots on my feet
Look like they're turning on me
'Cause I'm kicking myself
For putting that girl through hell
She shouldn't have to cry to her girlfriends
While the world ends, saying: What just happened?
She shouldn't have to buy all the red wine
Dry her brown eyes with a bartop napkin
She shouldn't have to wonder why
She wasted all of twenty-five
On a stupid guy that gave her that
That broken heart she shouldn't have
That neon night she walked in
Shot me a look, so I had to ask
To buy her a beer and she said yes
And she shouldn't have
How was she supposed to know
That boy with a Michelob microphone
Would turn into somebody she don't wanna know
That ain't the way it was supposed to go, no
She shouldn't have to cry to her girlfriends
While the world ends, saying: What just happened?
She shouldn't have to buy all the red wine
Dry her brown eyes with a bartop napkin
She shouldn't have to wonder why
She wasted all of twenty-five
On a stupid guy that gave her that
That broken heart she shouldn't have
(Oh)
She shouldn't have to live with the past
I only wish that I could just take it all back
(Yeah)
Everything that I put you through
I'd give anything if I could make it up to you
She shouldn't have to cry to her girlfriends
While the world ends, saying: What just happened?
She shouldn't have to buy all the red wine
Dry her brown eyes with a bartop napkin
She shouldn't have to wonder why
She wasted all of twenty-five
On a stupid guy that gave her that
That broken heart she shouldn't have
Yeah, mm, she shouldn't have, mm
She shouldn't have to cry to her girlfriends
No, no