it's not okay that i still think of you
every night before i go to bed
and every morning when i wake

in every first sip of coffee
and every last shot of whiskey
you're on my mind
and baby it hurts

everytime i see the night sky,
i ask myself if i still cross your mind
because baby, you still do
(every now and then)
and i am worried until when

in every page of a book i turn
i remind myself of the pain
of having you as a whole book
(present in every page, just like in every day)
while i was a mere chapter in yours

i remember you
with the air that hugs my body
with the heat from the sun that kisses my skin
with the sound of everyone's breathing
i can feel you

in a room full of people
i search for you
and when i can't see you,
i imagine you hiding on a post
(smiling)
just like how i saw you the first time

i still think of you
every now and then
and i just can't seem
to let you go