You make me think of you again, you again
I don't think of you at all, except the 55 times a day I check if you call
And when I'm climbing up the walls, all the things they've seen, what would they say if they could talk?
And I still have your records, like the soundtrack to my own damn tragedy
I don't think of you at all, but when I think of you, do you think of me?
And I'm
I was driving on the northbound road, the song came on the radio
Call me with my guard down low, and I can't deny
It made me think of you again, you again
I don't picture you no more, but when I close my eyes, you're still etched in my thoughts
You still drive me up the wall, stupid things you say, oh
I wish we could still talk, and I still have your sweater
Though it's torn and frayed, there's no need to throw it away
No, I don't think of you at all, except every second of every day
I will you
I'm driving on the northbound road, the song came on the radio
Call me with my guard down low, and I can't deny
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again
I don't picture you no more, except every second of every day
Without a word I'm warning, the sound began transporting
It pulled me back to where we started
I was driving on the northbound road, the song came on the radio
Call me with my guard down low, and I can't deny
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again, you again
It made me think of you again, you again
You're dead
Make me think of you again
You're dead
You make me think of you again
You're dead
You make me think of you again
You're dead
You make me think of you again
You're dead