Haven't wrote a song in quite a while At least not the kind that makes me smile Cause wastin' words just ain't my style But I'm a little bit closer There's a little itchin' in my throat Just can't seem to find the note I'd copy all the songs I wish I'd wrote I'm just a little too sober I could sit and drink all night Double whiskeys and Bud Light But these jeans don't fit me right And this T shirt's just too tight There is so much I could say But I just can't find the way No one's listening anyway Trynna' tell a tale that's not been told Trynna' sell a song that ain't be sold But these three chords are getting old And I'm a little too weary To throw myself into that place I just don't have the right headspace And anyway it's getting late There's a melody that still needs humming There's a song that hasn't been sung And as long as I keep strumming Maybe this might be the one There are hearts that haven't been broken There's a dress that hasn't hit the floor There a words that ain't been spoken There are fights worth fighting for Could sing another song about my heart Heaven knows that's the easy part Could write another line to just sound smart Stacking stanzas on the page Take the best ones to the stage These three chords'l never change There's a melody that still needs humming There's a song that hasn't been sung And as long as I keep strumming Maybe this might be the one There's a heart that hasn't been broken There's a dress that hasn't hit the floor There a words that ain't been spoken There are fights worth fighting for