Doin' It Wrong Video (MV)

We were the best of friends we were bar stooling pals
Taking on the night looking to raise a little hell
I come to find I only knew you when I'm drunk
I've keep telling myself, boy, I've been doing it wrong

Rambling through my mind trying to remember her name
Rambling through my mind trying to place her face
I let us pass like sand through an hour glass
And I've keep telling myself, boy, I've been doing it wrong

Who's that knockin on my door at 2:34 in the morning
Even the biggest 6 pack in the world won't let me be
I count my steps and hold my breath
I've keep telling myself, boy, I've been doing it wrong

My momma told me, said, son, get off this ride
My momma told me, said, get those bags out from under those eyes
I told her that's too much sugar for a dime
I keep telling her, whoa, I've been feeling just fine!