So, my dad loved the grooving songs, the boots getting the songs, and my mom loved the ballads. I woke up early this morning around four a.m., with the moon shining bright as headlights on interstate. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep, but thoughts of us kept keeping me awake. Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms, I've been trying my best to get along, but that's okay, there's nothing left to say but Take your records, take your freedom, take our memories, I don't need them. Take your space and all your reasons, but you think of me. Take your cot and leave my sweater, cause we got nothing left to wear. In fact, I feel it all out there, but you think of me, you think of me. I'm wet out driving, trying to clear my head, trying to sweep out all the ruins of my emotions left. I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this old baggage that seems to still exist. Seems the only blessing I have left to my name is not loving what we could have been or what we should have been, so Take your records, take your freedom, take our memories, I don't need them. Take your space and all your reasons, but you think of me. Take your cot and leave my sweater, cause we got nothing left to wear. In fact, I feel it all out there, but you think of me. Someday, I'm gonna run across your mind, but don't worry, I'll be fine, I'm gonna be alright. While you're sleeping with your pride, wishing I could hold you tight, I'll be over you and on with my life. Take your records, take your freedom, baby now, take your memories, I don't need them anymore, I love you too. Take your cot and leave my sweater, we got nothing left to wear. In fact, I feel it all out there, but I bet you think about me. Take your records, take your freedom, take our memories, I don't need them. Take your space and your twisted reasons, but you're gonna think of me. Take your cot and leave my sweater, cause we got nothing left to wear. In fact, I feel a hell of a lot better, but you think of me. You think of me, yeah, oh, you're gonna think of me. Yeah, when you're lying alone in the middle of the night, wishing I was there to hold you tight, I see you're gonna think about me, baby. Yeah, in the middle of the night, when you're lying on your own, and baby, you wish I was coming home, but I ain't ever coming home. You shouldn't have treated me this way, oh, yeah, oh, my, my, oh. I hope you wake up one morning at 3.45 and you can't sleep and you toss and turn and you wish to God you hadn't treated me this way. And I hope that's when you think about me.