(Trey Bruce/Rebecca Lynn Howard)

It Took A While For Me To See Things As They Were
In The Light Of Truth
It Wasn't You, It Was Me
I Let Myself Get Used To Drowning In The Hurt
Against The Wall
Who'd Of Thought, It Was Me
From There I Couldn't Even Look Over My Shoulder
I Kicked Down All The Walls And Started All Over

And I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore
In A Brittle Heart Of Clay
I Threw My Brushes Away
The Tools Of The Trade That Chained Your Memory To Me
Are Out The Door
I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore

When You Left You Left Me With No Other Choice At All
But To Sink
To My Knees, And Cry
I Never Knew Just How Far A Soul Could Fall
Like A Rock
I Couldn't Stop, Didn't Try
I Locked Myself Behind Shades Of Misery
But When I Let You Go, I Set Myself Free

And I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore
In A Brittle Heart Of Clay
I Threw My Brushes Away
The Tools Of The Trade That Chained Your Memory To Me
Are Out The Door
I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore

The Tools Of The Trade That Chained Your Memory To Me
Are Out The Door
I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore

The Tools Of The Trade That Chained Your Memory To Me
Are Out The Door
I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore

I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore