Hmmm ah whoa oh ah
Got my pen and my sketchbook out,
Sitting at this bench, in this old park.
Quarter past four, just a lil' doodle,
But I couldn't-stuck on a dot...
Started thinkin' of you, and... just like that...
My hands start to move, sketchin' you.
Why do I see us two?
Every time I draw, I'm thinkin' of you.
We're over, but I still wanna
See you in everything I do. (ohhhh oh)
I hate that you show up in all that I love,
Trying hard to erase what we had,
But I'd have to stay still, not move at all.
I'm still thinkin' 'bout you after all,
Friends call me a fool,
This sketchbook, full of portraits of you.
Still thinkin' of you after all,
It's been a while, still thinkin' of you (ohhh)
It's not that I'm not trying to forget you,
I blame the things I love-they remind me of you.
Got my notebook today,
Was gonna write a song, maybe
Bout stars and the moon...or you.
Out of the blue, I'm thinkin' of you.
How could this be? I don't know.
Thinkin' 'bout writing a song 'bout me and you.
Here I am again, mind and heart at play,
Singin' a song 'bout yesterday,
Over for a while, still writing songs 'bout you.
It's crazy how you appear-
In every line, it's like you're still here. (Ohhh ohh-ohh)
I'm still thinkin' 'bout you after all.
Friends call me a fool,
This notebook, full of songs 'bout you. (ohh)
Still thinkin' of you after all,
It's been a while, still thinkin' of you.
It's not that I'm not trying to forget you,
I blame the things I love-they remind me of you.
Ohh-oh, said I'm movin' on,
But every page brings me back to you.
Ooh-oh, still writing songs 'bout you,
Just me and my pen, this heartache in view.
Maybe someday, I'll find something new.
All the things I love, without you... ohh.
Ohhhh whoaaa ohh-ohh-ohh