There's a stiff right hook I never shoulda thrown

Couple wild odes I wish I woulda sung

That Sunday morning in the queue half stoned

Damned if they don't own me

Yeah they still own me

And that I love you that I never did say

It haunts me to this day

You can run from a memory

But not fast enough

I'm mine own worst enemy

When it comes to that stuff

Moving on sounds good to me

But looking back won't let me be

I'm done with the past

But it ain't done with me

It's a 65 Ragtop

Rolling down the road

Flipping through the stations

Hitting solid country gold

Summer nights shooting stars putting on a show

The first time we kissed

It's everything I missed

You can run from a memory

But not fast enough

I'm mine own worst enemy

When it comes to that stuff

Moving on sounds good to me

But looking back won't let me be

I'm done with the past

But it ain't done with me

I can get over all those other mistakes

But losing her is more than I can take

You can run from a memory

But not fast enough

I'm mine own worst enemy

When it comes to her love

Moving on sounds good to me

But looking her won't let me be

I'm done with the past

But it ain't done with me

It ain't done with me