I found your hair band on my bedroom floor. The only evidence that you've been here before. And I don't get waves of missing you anymore. They're more like tsunami tides in my eyes.
This city never sleeps. I hear the people walk by when it's late. Sirens bleed through my windowsill. I can't close my eyes. Don't control what I'm into.
I wanna be drunk when I wake up. On the right side of the wrong bed. And never an excuse I made up. Tell you the truth I hate. What didn't kill me,. It never made me stronger at all.
Another day, another life. Passes by just like mine. It's not complicated. . Another mind, another soul. Another body to grow old. It's not complicated.