Hittin' it hard, hittin' it long up all night tryin' to write this song there's no way that you'll forget what I said there's no way you'll forget me Look at that slow southern sun Hovering and burning everyone Cold air that blows just rattle the pain I've only always said what I thought I meant I'm inclined to give up this time I'm inclined to drift Or crawl Postcards use short words deserted lovers got what they deserve Only wished that you had turned to say "It's alright, I still love you anyway" watch that crow as it floats from view radio towers and dark hills drift Photographs are pinned and stretched across Every promise I broke, every smile you lost I'm inclined to give up this time I'm inclined to drift or crawl