You can have all that you want.
Know I'm not the guy in your heart
He's everything I'm not
I'm running out of memories to write about
So I'll write about the things I see
When you were still around
Your eyes, your eyes, your hazel eyes
Your mouth, your ears, and your eyebrows
Your gaze that cuts like knives
Perceive me and I'll die
Your smile, your lips, your hoop earrings
Your laugh and those cheeks I miss
Your voice when you say my name
Can you feel the same?
Can you feel the same?
Your black hair
I still see your car everywhere
And it feels like you're still there