Going back to the corner where I first saw you,

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag

I'm not gonna move

Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand

Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am

Some try to hand me money they don't understand

I'm not...broke

I'm just a broken hearted man

I know it makes no sense

but what else can I do

How can I move on when I'm still in love with you

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet

And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving... I'm not moving.

i dont like distances, i dont like changing tides. i dont like it when people move on. i dont like empty silences i dont like awkwardness that comes with age. i dont like the thought of drifting, i dont like emptiness. i dont like to move on really.

but what can i say; looks like im not coming home till the end of this year ): gotta be a tough bunny. im kinda feeling emo! but its so strange that this is the path i chose to set foot on, yet the path i'll always subconsciously regret taking.

no matter how strong it makes u, it still sucks to to have to be strong.

one day you wake up and find that you're missing me.