You make me think of you again, you againI don't think of you at all, except the 55 times a day I check if you callAnd 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 tragedyI don't think of you at all, but when I think of you, do you think of me?And I'mI was driving on the northbound road, the song came on the radioCall me with my guard down low, and I can't denyIt made me think of you again, you againI don't picture you no more, but when I close my eyes, you're still etched in my thoughtsYou still drive me up the wall, stupid things you say, ohI wish we could still talk, and I still have your sweaterThough it's torn and frayed, there's no need to throw it awayNo, I don't think of you at all, except every second of every dayI will youI'm driving on the northbound road, the song came on the radioCall me with my guard down low, and I can't denyIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you againI don't picture you no more, except every second of every dayWithout a word I'm warning, the sound began transportingIt pulled me back to where we startedI was driving on the northbound road, the song came on the radioCall me with my guard down low, and I can't denyIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you againIt made me think of you againYou were dead, you were dead, you were dead