Make You Feel This

First light, gotta get my head on, gotta get movin' gotta get this place gone, gotta pack my stuff, gotta load it up, Gotta let it go 'cause there ain't no words and I'm tired. All I got is my guitar, won't get me very far prob'ly farther than my truck 'cause it's leakin' bad but I know that I gotta drive that bitch until she dies 'cause I can't stay here and I can't go home. I know that I've been wronged and I I know that I've been had so I I know that I must be gone 'cause I can't forget and I'm holding on. You'd better thank God that I've been saved 'Cause I know that in my old days I would've told you to your face, to watch you spin and make you feel the same. Oh Lord, now that it's sinking in. Like lookin' at a picture of your smile and it starts to dim and I am folded, I am wasted, and I am sin. and I don't care 'bout much. Last night tried to make it feel like you were never here, you were never mine you were never anywhere nearby but I couldn't drink enough, though I tried and I checked my phone about a thousand times. I know that I've been wronged and I I know that I've been had so I I know that I must move on 'cause I can't forget and I've been holding on to nuthin' Thank God that I've been saved 'cause I know that in my old days I would've told you everything, to watch you squirm and make you feel it First light, gotta get my head on, gotta get movin' gotta get this place gone, gotta pack my stuff, gotta load it up, Gotta let it go 'cause there ain't no words and I'm tired of all the bullshit. All I got is my guitar, won't get me very far prob'ly farther than my luck 'cause it's runnin' out. And I know that I gotta drive that bitch until she dies 'cause I can't stay here and I can't go home. I know that I've been wronged and I I know that I've been had so I I know that I must be gone 'cause I can't forget and I'm holding on to nuthin' thank God that I've been saved 'Cause I know that in my old ways I would've showed you everything, to watch you squirm and make you feel it.