(written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell) You and your element of dangerous cheatin' death like a stranger but devils got your shirt tail clutched in the palm of his hand double vodka on the rocks on a plastic tray never fails you but it won't take the hours away - hey, hey, hey Why can't you be Why can't you be It's plain to see you drive yourself crazy Why can't you be Why can't you be it's plain to see you're the only enemy You got some stories you're afraid to tell tired of living in a shotgun shell headin' west to find the edge of life itself last I heard there were angels walking in Los Angeles with their hands in their pockets lookin cool like me, he, he, he Scared of lovin' cause it might feel good you want to get it like you know you should what the hell's wrong with living without the blues you stand convicted, you stand accused you're so conflicted and abused, ooh ooh ooh So here's to you Guilty of being you is the easiest of all the things you do