Verse 1

I remember this day last year.

The memory's still crystal clear.

You were leaning against that building,

Earplugs in place, songs on, listening,

When you swiftly looked up at me.

I swear, in your eyes I could see

A hint of genuine peace, happiness,

Even now, I can recall that face.

Pre Chorus

She might be at the forefront of your mind,

But I know I won't be too far behind.

I know that you'll never let it show,

But you'll think of me, I know, I know.

Chorus

You'll have this nagging feeling of emptiness,

Like something's missing, like something's out of place,

During the daylight hours, and when the streets are brightly lit.

But you'll never quite be able to put a finger on it.

Because I've become a sick habit, but you don't have a clue.

And you'll think of me, subconsciously, every second and two.

You'll think of me

Verse 2

When you see cola, candy corn,

Or maybe you won't, I feel torn,

You seem to remember the details,

Only when it's her, but I can tell,

That some things run deeper than you.

You'll think of me, I know you'll do.

When you're sitting in that old palace,

I'm not next to you, you'll miss my face.

Pre Chorus

She might be at the forefront of your mind,

But I know I won't be too far behind.

I know that you'll never let it show,

But you'll think of me, I know, I know.

Chorus

You'll have this nagging feeling of emptiness,

Like something's missing, like something's out of place,

During the daylight hours, and when the streets are brightly lit.

But you'll never quite be able to put a finger on it.

Because I've become a sick habit, but you don't have a clue.

And you'll think of me, subconsciously, every second and two.

You'll think of me.

Bridge

And you'll hate that country song I sing,

You'll convince yourself I'm irritating,

And it's best for you that I've let go.

I know that you'll never let it show,

But you'll think of me, I know, I know.

I know you don't remember,

Walking across that old nameless street,

With me standing in wait for you,

My heart dangling at your feet.

I know you don't remember

Sitting at the backseat of the bus,

With me away, by the window,

Painting those pictures of us.

But I know, I know,

You'll miss them anyway, oh.

Chorus

You'll have this nagging feeling of emptiness,

Like something's missing, like something's out of place,

During the daylight hours, and when the streets are brightly lit.

But you'll never quite be able to put a finger on it.

Because I've become a sick habit, but you don't have a clue.

And you'll think of me, subconsciously, every second and two.

You'll think of me.

Outro

You'll think of me,

I guarantee,

You'll think of me.

A/N: Title inspired by the Keith Urban song. That song got me thinking and feeling these songs.