I woke up early this morning with the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep, but thoughts of us kept keeping me awake.
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms, I've been trying 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 them. Take your space and take your reasons, but you'll think of me. And take your cats and leave my sweater, because 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.
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind. Don't worry, I'll be fine, I'm gonna be alright. While you're sleeping with your pride, wishing I could hold you tight, I'll be over you and on with my life.
Take your records, take your freedom. Take your memories, I don't need them. Take your space and all your reasons, but you'll think of me. And take your cats and leave my sweater, because we've got nothing left to weather. In fact I'll feel a whole lot better, but you'll think of me, you'll think of me.