You lied.
You said you'd be leaving the country,
But you lied.
I still find pieces of you
everywhere I go.
You're the song that comes on the radio in taxis, begging to be missed.
I know it's you when my hands start itching to grab my phone to see if you messaged me.
Everytime I hear my phone ring,
For a moment I swear it was your name that flashed on the screen.
You lied.
You said you left the country,
But why is it that everytime
I look for you,
I always find you
in my heart?
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
You lied.
You said you'd be leaving the country,
But you lied.
I still find pieces of you
everywhere I go.
You're the song that comes on the radio in taxis, begging to be missed.
I know it's you when my hands start itching to grab my phone to see if you messaged me.
Everytime I hear my phone ring,
For a moment I swear it was your name that flashed on the screen.
You lied.
You said you left the country,
But why is it that everytime
I look for you,
I always find you
in my heart?
