Without you is like a prolonged drought season. It feels so empty, it still feels like I'm longing for something-- for someone who left.
Baby, everything's vivid. From the day you invade my territory until the day you went away. Everything you did and say were tattooed in my heart. And I guess I'm still holding unto those things that we almost have before.
Yeah, I still go around and look for you. I'm still hoping that we're happen to bump in each other's arms. You're the first and the last thing that goes in my mind-- and also the most beautiful yet the most tragic thing I've ever had.
