Lyrics
She was sittin' on the steps at nine years old
Eyes wide, her young heart racin'
Daddy said he's comin' back 'round real soon
Truth is, she's still waitin'
Fool her once, fool her twice
But she won't hold her breath next time
Years later on the edge of an old bar stool
Eyes shot, half drunk, shot chasin'
It's easier to hurt than it is to heal
Wasted time out hell raisin'
Losin' days to wild nights
Sure comes with a price
How the hell was she supposed to know
How to pull herself together?
Ain't no how-to guides or roadway signs
To get you back to better
Broken hearts and broken homes
Leave you anything but whole
Pickin' up the pieces ain't the hardest part
It's knowin' where to start
Is it first time prayin' in a backrow pew
Singin' Sunday songs with the choir?
Is it facin' your past down a well-worn path
Tryna find yourself in the fire?
Is it burnin' down bridges
Or learnin' 'bout forgiveness? Oh
How the hell was she supposed to know
How to pull herself together?
Ain't no how-to guides or roadway signs
To get you back to better
Broken hearts and broken homes
Leave you anything but whole
Pickin' up the pieces ain't the hardest part
It's knowin' where to start
Ooh, if only she knew where to start
Feels like a long shot in the dark
When you don't know where to start
How the hell was I supposed to know
How to pull myself together?
Ain't no how-to guides or roadway signs
To get me back to better
Broken hearts and broken homes
Leave you anything but whole
Pickin' up the pieces ain't the hardest part
It's knowin' where to start
Where to start