Put on your Sunday dress and walk right into church
There ain't no kind of hospital for your kind of hurt
The things that you have done that you can't take back
The lines that you have crossed make you crack

Healing never comes when you keep yourself so numb
Whiskey won't set things straight
You gotta face the truth of all that you might lose
Whiskey won't set things straight

Take off your Sunday dress cause you don't need it now
Love is such a mess when you don't know how
We've all gotta live the way we think we should
But you never did forgive the way you could