Taylor Swift — Tim McGraw

September saw a month of tears,
And thankin' 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
Bitter sweet
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe

When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
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

He said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said "That's a lie"

P.S: The white one lies in your cupboard and I saw it.
Yet, it's stiLL a great consolation for mii.