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

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

We bounce to this track And I don't care what anybody thinks about that Hands to the sky, and throw your head back I can't believe that every day and every night It’s getting better with you out of my life It’s like I flicked a switch and now I’m feeling

Brave enough to love you I wish I was Brave enough, brave enough What we had was beautiful I didn't want to wreck it all Every day I think about the truth There's some things I should have said I was too afraid It was just so hard to let you know

I think about you, you you, you you I think about you every morning when I open my eyes I think about you every evening when I turn out the lights I think about you every moment, every day of my life You're on my mind all the time, it's true I think

Everyday without you in my heart Everyday I'm fallin' apart And I know you know I think about you I gave in when you gave out You showed me the way to love There ain't no doubt Always together and never apart Disappeared, didn't say a word

I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Want to let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way How I, think about you every day I have so much to say To my unborn child To my unborn child.. To my unborn child.. in case I

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

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

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