97th Time

Imagine that slow mo kind of vibe and then do the opposite.

He came back.. *Nadarang by Agsunta starts playing*

And I felt like I'm standing on a quick sand, I wanted to leave but I cant.

Our eyes locked, my heart tiptoed back and forth...

There's trouble in the air, I can sense it.

Right there and then I knew, this is the kind of mess I'd loved coming home to.