September saw a month of tears, and thanking god that you weren't here, to see me like that but in a box beneath my bed Is a letter that you never read, from three summers back. it's hard not to find It all a little bittersweet, and looking 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 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