Lyrics
('Sup)
(My dad loved the grooving songs, the boot scootin' songs)
(And my mom loved the ballads)
Woke up early this morning around 4 AM
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
Pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
The thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's okay
There's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need 'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
Take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving tryin' to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
Seems the only blessin' I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need 'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
Take your cat and leave my sweater
We got nothing left to weather
Fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll 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
Wishin' 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 'em anymore (I love you too)
Take your cat and leave my sweater
We got nothing left to weather
Fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But I bet you think about me, baby
Take your records, take your freedom
Take our memories, I don't need 'em
Take your space and your twisted reasons
But you're gonna think of me
Take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
Fact I'll feel a hell of a lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
Oh 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
That's when you're gonna think about me, baby
In the middle of the night when your 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 mama
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 of treated me this way
And I hope that's when you'll think about me
Darrell R. Brown, Dennis Joseph Matkosky, Ty Kelly Lacy
Exploration Group LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.