When you hit the door, you made sure that I knew

That you'd be some hell that I'd have to get through

So, I called up some friends, I ain't seen in too long

And we're spending all night just proving you wrong

Yeah, your voice in my head says I can't

Yeah, I'm taking your leaving

Right on the chin

Me, Willie, ole Jim Beam, and the Marlboro Man (Marlboro Man)

I bet you're thinking

You made a mess out of me

But I'm learning that misery sure loves company

Yeah, your voice in my head says I can't (and I can't)

That says I can (oh, that says I can)

You know I can

You said when it comes to getting you out my mind

I don't stand a cold-day-in-hell's chance

I got a bottle of bourbon

A Marlboro burning and some old vinyl turning

Oh, when it comes to moving on over you (on over you)

Oh, your voice is still saying I can't (voice is still saying I can't)

This bottle of bourbon

This cigarette burning

That old vinyl turning

Says I can