Låttexter: Butch Walker. I Liked It Better When You Had No Heart. Canadian Ten.

Sunshine, you heal as much as you hurt
With regret in my veins and blood on my shirt
Sure must have had myself a personal best
It takes filling my lungs up with smoke to get things off my chest

Now, I'm crossing the border, wasted again
With a number from a Canadian ten

Oh mother, oh mother, why must you complain?
I grew up alright so don't be ashamed
My mouth has been cleaner and I may have lost all my faith
'Til I believe in myself I can't give my conscience away

And you're home with the dishes and I'm out with my friends
Placing bets with a Canadian ten

And north of the border a sin is a sin
When you pay with a Canadian ten

I've searched for a reason to not search for you
But I feel like there's no place I haven't been to
I told myself, don't fall in love if you don't know their name
But my eyes are straight wired to my heart and bypass my brain

Sometimes I'm forgetful so I'll start at the end
And call the number on this Canadian ten

And call the number on this Canadian ten