Visceral These days are getting longer The nights are very brief It must be the whiskey Drink a glass and chief I've been doing things That are not my beliefs Cause my heart was stolen And I'm thinking bout the thief Oh Where is she now Did she make it home I think should call her But I should have known When I want to talk I hear the whole ring tone And When I put it down I feel more alone Oh she's not thinking about me No she's not thinking about me When she's with the guy I used to see Blow her phone up at a quarter to three Oh I know that she's not she's not She's not thinking about me Oh she's not thinking about me No she's not thinking about me I'm not on her mind when she is free When she's at the place we'd always be Oh I know that she's not she's not She's not thinking about me How is she How does she look today God damn that smile Same one that always made my day The bounce in her step Made me feel some type of way Wish I could see her I just want to know if she's ok My brown eyed girl Not mine any more If you love her set her free Into someone else's allure No this ain't the first time But it's never hurt like this before I told her I'd leave it open But she slammed that fucking door Oh she's not thinking about me No she's not thinking about me When she's with the guy I used to see Blow her phone up at a quarter to three Oh I know that she's not she's not She's not thinking about me Oh she's not thinking about me No she's not thinking about me I'm not on her mind when she is free When she's at the place we'd always be Oh I know that she's not she's not She's not thinking about me Is she happy Is she free from this bind I have way too much hope To think I'm still on her mind Am I selfish Is this how it's supposed to be I want to know I have to know If she thinks of me