I taste your whiskey on her mouth Red leather lipstick on the voice Bet you wonder where I'm at in the evening If you you could see what I'm seeing We fucked this up without a doubt 'Cause there's not enough pages Inside of this book There's not enough whiskey To heal what we broke There's not enough language To speak the untold And the cards that we were dealt Begin to fold Fold (Begin to fold) Fold (Begin to fold) Ooohh And the cards that we were dealt Begin to fold I've written more than I can count You now moved on with someone else Hope you're dealing with your demons And your happy without reason I hope to find that for myself 'Cause there's not enough pages Inside of this book There's not enough whiskey To heal what we broke There's not enough language To speak the untold And the cards that we were dealt Begin to fold Fold (Begin to fold) Fold (Begin to fold) Ooohh And the cards that we were dealt Begin to fold Fold (Begin to fold) Fold (Begin to fold) Ooohh And the cards that we were dealt Begin to fold