I didn't know where I was when I woke up
With a headache and a black eye in the bed of my old truck
I wish I'd made myself go home last night
Instead of closing that bar down and starting that damn fight
I learned whiskey just don’t mix with my smart mouth
Lotta good that does me now

What good is shoulda known better
Once you've done what you shoulda never done at all
What's the use in all that knowing
When looking back won't change nothing
And it's too late for you to do a thing about
It's like finding your keys once you bust your window out
Lotta good that does me now

Now all my friends been blowing up my phone
It ain't like me to act like that but then again they know she's gone
I think I finally screwed up good this time
'Cause I'm sorry and, baby, don't go never even crossed my mind
At least, not until her taillights faded out
Lotta good that does me now

What good is shoulda known better
Once you've done what you shoulda never done at all
What's the use in all that knowing
When looking back won't change nothing
And it's too late for you to do a thing about
It's like finding your keys once you bust your window out
Lotta good that does me now

Yeah, what's the use in all that knowing
When looking back won't change nothing
And it's too late for you to do a thing about
It's like changing your ways once your chances done run out
Lotta good that does me now
Lotta good that does me now

I wish I'd made myself go home last night