Tim McGraw

He said the way my blue eyes shined

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said "That's a lie."

We had gone out that night to sit in out meadow. I remember the sky was just darkening with the beginning of twilight approaching, our favorite time of the day. You were staring into my eyes and I felt like you were peering into my soul.

Just a boy in a Chevy truck

That had a tendency of gettin' stuck

On back roads at night

It was funny how the first time we met can be described easily enough even though it felt complex to us. You had gotten stuck for the third time that week, you said, and I just happened to be passing by. Lucky for you I stopped. Being the daughter of a police chief had made me cautious of people on the side of the road. Of course not many were as gorgeously handsome as you.

And I was right there beside him

All summer long

And then the time we woke up to find

That summer gone

I still remember how I helped you change your tire and it just progressed from there. You asked me out so you could "properly thank me" I acted surprised, which I was, but secretly I was glad especially when you wouldn't take no for an answer.

But when you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

And it makes me wonder, do you think of me? Or have I totally left your mind. Tim McGraw our artist of choice. You would bring your ipod and we would blast his songs for hours. Clearly I thought you were delusional when you asked me to dance but gradually you wore me down and now I wish we had longer to dance then we did.

When you think happiness

I hope you think that little black dress

Think of my head on your chest

And my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think of me

Remember how your jaw dropped when I walked down the stairs? Because I do. I don't think I could ever forget because in that moment you made me feel beautiful. You took me back to our special place and told me you loved me and I said it back. It was perfect...until I fell asleep on you and got grounded for staying out after curfew. But looking back I realized that it was perfect and I wouldn't want it to occur any other way.

September saw a month of tears

And thankin' god that you weren't here

To see me like that

That was the first time I didn't have everyone I loved with me on my birthday. I mean on previous birthday's I only need my family. Oh, and Ali and Rose. But when my birthday came and went without you there it hurt because I remember how excited you were to give me my present. You would give me my smile, the crooked one you knew I loved, and your eyes held a playful twinkle. Every time I imagine that now it hurts even more.

But in a box beneath my bed

Is a letter that you never read

From three summers back

After you left I wrote you a letter I knew I was never going to mail it but it helped with all the anger I had at you. I wrote it to you and I thought I would just destroy it after I was done but for some reason I kept it...in a box beneath my bed.

It's hard not to find it all a little bittersweet

And lookin' back on all of that it's nice to believe

When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

It was amazing how after only six months together I knew I loved you. So when we broke up it hurt...badly. So now I'm stuck with memories of what we used to be and thoughts of if you still think of me. Do you remember how I fit perfectly into your body. Like we were made for each other every time we danced or were holding each other.

When you think happiness

I hope you think that little black dress

Think of my head on your chest

And my old, faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think of me

I still have that necklace you gave me that night, the night I wore the dress. You know which one I'm talking about. The one I wore for all the important dates. First date, I love you's, first made love. Am I the only one who can make you feel as happy as I thought you were when we wore together? Or have you moved on to another?

And I'm back for the first time since then

I'm standing on your street

And there's a letter left on your doorstep

And the first thing that you'll read is:

Three years, that's how long it's been since I set foot on this street. I could never do it before but I finally got the courage to do it. I left the letter on the doorstep and hoped for the best. I don't know what you'll think but I know how the beginning starts...

When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we dance to all night long

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

The last time I saw you when we were truly us. Not Bella and "oh look there's Edward all the way over there" but Bella and Edward. In love. We held each other all night. Swaying to the imaginary music that was only in our heads. We were always in our on little bubble. According to everyone else that is.

When you think happiness

I hope you think that little black dress

Think of my head on your chest

And my old, faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think of me

Oh, think of me

Are you really thinking of me? Or are you thinking of that red-headed girl down the street? Or maybe it's that pretty blonde you work with but are just "friends" with? Wherever you are if you got my letter I hope you'e thinking of me because God knows I'm thinking of you.

He said the way my blue eyes shined

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said "That's a lie."

Even after all these years you're still the only one I believed when they said I looked beautiful...