(Max Barnes - Vern Gosdin)

Every night you go to bed crying
There's nothing left to do when love is dying
So before the whole world knows how we're hurting
Don't you think it's time we pull the curtains?

So many times I talked you out of leaving
And so many times you've tried to fight the feeling
I guess we've tried and failed once too often
Now the suitcase down the hallway does the talking.

That just about does it, don't it
That'll just about kill it won't it
Maybe we should call a truce, we could but what's the use
That just about does it, don't it.

It's sad to think that words could come between us
And what I said god knows I didn't mean it
It's time we realize this time it's over
It's tearing us apart to stay together.

And that just about does it, don't it
That'll just about kill it won't it
Maybe we should call a truce, we could but what's the use
That just about does it, don't it.

Maybe we should call a truce, we could but what's the use
That just about does it, don't it...