(Verse)
If pain was like a hammer

And regret, ten-penny nails

And mistakes were like flooring tiles

Missed chances, stairs and rails

If missing you was plywood

If needing you was a saw

Not having you as my level

Yeah, girl, that’s about all

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Then I could build me a happy place

To go and hide from thoughts of you

Where nothin’ reminds me of your face

And your memory can’t get through

The walls are thick and they’re made of brick

And every window, a peaceful view

I’d spend my days in this happy place

Where I would not think of you 

(Verse)

If epiphanies were a carpet

And giving in was like sheetrock 

If knowing you’re gone was shingles

And lookin’ back was a big toolbox

If bad dreams were some hinges

Whiskey shots, insulation foam 

If your friends hatin’ me was 2-by-4s

I’d draw plans up for a home 

(Chorus)