You got a million different pairs of underwear
Spread out on my couch ’cause you left them there
You got a couple little candles in my living room
I still light at night just to set the mood
A box of written letters on my nightstand
With a polaroid picture of your chest
And when I’m driving my car to the overlook spot
I could smell your perfume in the vents
And oooh what do I do what do I do
When every damn thing reminds me of you
Reminds me of you
When every damn thing reminds me of you
Reminds me of you
When every damn thing reminds me of
Flip phones, Listerine
Tired eyes and drinking coffee
I see you everywhere the wind blows
Our handprints settled in on the windows
Cars, trains, T-shirt stains
Even places I ain't ever been
No I ain't ever been
’Cause every damn thing reminds me of you
Reminds me of you
Oh every damn thing reminds me of you
Reminds me of you
’Cause every damn thing reminds me of you
Stop
Red scarf, peaches, stadiums, and bleachers
Small town side roads, New York at a big show
And Jesus, old songs, I still have your ring on
’Cause every damn thing reminds me of you
It reminds me of you
Every little thing reminds me of you
It reminds me of you
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