Only all the time I still think about you, think about you If you see me, if I see you, mmm A part of me hopes that we do, no Say everything we wanted to After all this time I cut the tree down that we grew You know the one we carved our names into?

We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak

Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once I am one of those Melodramatic

Beating me up (whoa, oh, whoa) Beating me up I wish my heart would stop It's getting louder and louder Every time I think about you, about you I'll be better off without you, without you I wish my heart would stop, wish my heart would stop I won't let

Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything, all at once? I am one of those

I'm tryin', I'm tryin' No, no, no, no Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to think about you Not to give in to you Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Guess I'm a bad liar Ooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind Ooh every time I watch you

I hate everything about you Why do I love you Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that I get But I haven't missed you yet Only when I stop to think about it Every roommate kept awake

You do it to me, you do it to me You know it's uncanny 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 - It's uncanny, the way you always call Every time I think about you It's uncanny baby, the way you always know Just what I'm going through Sometimes you take me by surprise And I

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it