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?