Morgan Wallen - Happy Hour lyrics

Looking back I see a million
Little 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 Skoal ring

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 cougars
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 breakup ain't
Supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour
Happy ours is done, yeah

And I know she'll 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 hearts breaking
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 cougars
I know I should be sadder
But it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked
Me up with some willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain't
Supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour
Happy ours is done

Well it'll make her feel much better if
She thinks my life is hell
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 cougars
I know I should be sadder
But it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked
Me up with some willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain't
Supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour
Happy ours is done
Yeah, I'm here at happy hour
Happy ours is done, yeah