One day at a time Said I gotta let you go I gotta take it one day at a time I gotta let you go And I know, yes I know I try I try But I guess I gotta take it But it seems so impossible Still thinking about you baby

That could still be us Wish I could say it don't get to me but it does And I know I probably think about you way too much But that's because And it still is sometimes at night when my eyes are shut Wide awake staring at my phone Who's gonna give in

And I can't stop thinking about you You never go on till I do I can't stop thinking about you And I fall asleep and dream of alternate realities And I put myself at ease by pretending that she still loves me All alone in my room think of you at a rate

In the someday what's that sound? Runny nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my fulfill Broken heart and broken bones Think about some capsules of horse pills One more quirky cliched phrase

I bet you still think about me Yeah I bet you still think about me Like I think about you Even when I don't want to There's just something about you baby There's nothing that I can do I think about you, you were always wild and free I know we couldn't

How do you like me now Now that I'm on my way Do you still think I'm crazy standing here today I couldn't make you love me But I always dreamed about living in your radio How do you like me now?! I was always the crazy one Who broke into the stadium And

If New Orleans is beat, if New Orleans is beat Where does that leave you and me? Don't think about it Your smile is fading a bit, so I ration it Here where the Mississippi quits Where it's still got a bit of Minnesota in it No one will give you a thing

All that wasted time I wonder if you ever think about it like I do Seven kids on my two lane road After all this time it still feels so good When I think about those summer nights Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine Sipping on

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest Should I still love you, still see you in bed All the things you got Been thinking about you, your records are here Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there But I'm still no one, and you're now a

We were born to be together And it hurts like hell To be torn apart To be thrown around I could only be myself with you around Oh, with you around And now there’s nothing left for me to think about Whoa, to think about.