"Thoughts Of You" lyrics

"Thoughts Of You"

Pocket change and prescription pills sitting on the window sill
Of a double queen in some flat top nowhere town
And I'm all alone in this hotel room with six dead strings and my thoughts of you
And I know I better write 'em down

Oh eyes in line and hands together
We almost made it through the weather
You looked up, laughed, and said, "Where'd November go?"
Well it's easier if you don't remember the way we always said forever
Forever don't mean nothin' anymore
Oh what the hell was all that lovin' you for?

I'm lying here and I'm fighting sleep
Late at night I overthink the good, the bad, the inbetweens, and all
Then again you never really meant to fall

Oh eyes in line and hands together
We almost made it through the weather
You looked up, laughed, and said "Where'd November go?"
Well it's easier if you don't remember the way we always said forever
Forever don't mean nothin' anymore
Oh what the hell was all that lovin' you for?


Writer(s): Jacob Ty Young
EP: "Songs About You" (2024)
Ole 60 - Songs About You EP cover
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