I see silver Honda Civics everywhere I go
And I only know that its not you
Cause I could never see through
Your back window
Now I'm wondering if you
Still tuck in your undershirts
Ever told me who your favorite artist were
Or if you understand the way I hurt

But I'll keep asking all my questions to an empty room
Cause when I think of you I'm a little less nauseous
Still a little more cautious in the things I choose to do
I always wonder if it's true
You wanna leave things the way they were
Puzzle pieces thrown across the floor
But mixed up letters still spell out words
Like, "Hello," and, "I love you."

Well, I'm dying for an accidental run-in with you
You got a new pair of shoes and I'm on my third cup of coffee
And I'll tell you I'm happy, even though I hate lying to you
I'll ask how you've been
I hear your job still sucks
You still feeling kinda stuck?
I know I said I was giving up
But I lied and I'm sorry

Now I don't know what I've been feeling
But God needs to shuffle the cards he's been dealing
Cause I'm wearing down the skin on my knuckles
Finding out maybe you never loved me at all

See I can't forget you
Even though you always said I would
Convincing me I withdrew
But even now I know I never could
You're a pressure on my fingertips
You're every word I say on accident
And I know you said you were over it
But are you really ever over it?

It's 3 am and he's not on your mind
You think too much then God, everything's not alright
But when it's 3 am and he's not on your mind
Z;What's on your mind?

It's 3 am and he's not on your mind
You think too much then God, everything's not alright
But when it's 3 am and he's not on your mind
What's on your mind?