Set your mind on things above, not on the things that are on earth. For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God.

11.09.2007

Think of Me

For those of you who have heard Taylor Swift's Tim McGraw...Well then this will sound familiar. I rewrote the words to it to go with my summer, so yeah anyways...

Think of Me
Rewritten by: Rachel Young
(Originally Tim McGraw By:Taylor Swift)
You said the way my blonde hair shone put the summer sun to shame that day…I said that’s not true.
Just a guy with a Ford pick-up and a look that would make me smile every time you’d pull up. And I was right there beside you all summer long, and then there came a time when we woke up to find that summer gone…

When you think Nickelback, I hope you think my favorite song, the one we listened to while we’d drive along, with the wind blowing through my hair. When you think happiness I hope think my blue summer dress. Think of my hand brushing yours during those late summer nights. And when you think of iced black tea, I hope you think of me.

November saw a month of tears and praying you’d get out of my head, cause it can’t be like this. But in a frame up on my wall is a picture that you never saw from that night long ago. 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 Nickelback, I hope you think my favorite song, the one we listened to while we’d drive along, with the wind blowing through my hair. When you think happiness I hope you think my blue summer dress. Think of my hand touching yours during those late summer nights. And when you think of iced black tea, I hope you think of me.

Now I sit here all alone with you still in my head. Thinking of that summer that never should have been, cause when…

You think Nickelback I hope you think my favorite song, the one we listened to while we’d drive along, with the wind blowing through my hair. When you happiness I hope you think my blue summer dress. Think of my hand brushing yours during those late summer nights. And when you think of iced black tea, I hope you think of me.
Oh think of me…
You said the way my blonde hair shone put that summer sun to shame that day…I said that’s not true.

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