What's on Your Mind?

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?