Sometimes I wanna go back in time
sometimes I miss you.
Whenever I feel nostalgic
or been feeling hella blue.
Sometimes I smell the deodorant you used to wear, it gives me heartache,
which should be fair.
Hurting you was hurting me,
hurting me wasn’t hurting you,
and that’s why we’re no longer best friends.
But you don’t see that, do you?

My mind feels empty
I have to fill it with statistics,
German books and algebra.
Lost words put on test sheets
are the result of having to fill
my mind with things
I don't believe in.
Fill my mind with the
warmth of your skin,
The sound of your voice
and the words you say
These will never turn into lost words
put on test sheets,
or make my mind feel empty.
Cause the feeling of you
doesn't leave me questioning