That I love to do Then you can take it and spin it, and fit it to you I don't know what you gonna be But I hope you smile when you think of me 'Cause I helped make you But I didn't never try to make you pick it up And you might learn a couple pretty cool

I hope you think my favorite song When you think happiness I hope you think "that little black dress" Think of my head on your chest And my old faded blue jeans When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

The other side of the platinum door Another day in quicksand Still feel close to nowhere I hope this is the right way How come you see me as an enemy? We just think in different words I see beauty in dead flowers I let the tide show me what`s next But

I had been hopeful that I would have the time to get closer to you If you wanted me to I feel like crying the more I think about the times that I tried To say the things I was thinking of At the time

And experience robs me of hope Without thinking of them I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist Cut the smoke I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car

Wherever I roam This piece of home I think of all That you stand for When I'm far away And I can't get through Keeps bringing me back to you Holding on to hope There's no need to fear

Remember me like this Just like this But baby even if your nigga ain't rich I hope, I hope, I hope I hope, we make it babe For rich or poor, we won't be broke Have me lover Keep me baby Think of me forever this way Hold me closer, keep me safe

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?

Please don't leave Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There's a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep I'm afraid that what we had is

I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument And fuck me if you must then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If