Wasted Years [Maroon 5]

Slow is the memoryI can picture her standing right in front of meOrange blossoms crushed by concreteI walk around with barefeetAnd I know you want meCan't remember everythingHer skin it tastes like sugar caneAnd I had already gotten there before I cameMy tank is emptyAnd I know you're thirstyI have already tried to explain myselfIt's not that I love someone elseBut I can't bear to listen to you cryI'm sick of all these wasted yearsA rag for someone else's tearsI wring you out as I hang you out to dryAnd I'll see you when I get backMaybe we can get ourselves back on the right trackYou touch me there because you know how much I like thatI think that we will need to relaxAnd I know you want meAll the time and everywhereA happy surface but the underbelly isn't thereAnd the worst thing is that I don't even really careAnd the emptiness is too much to bearC'mon C'monGet off the phonePlease come homeIt's been so lonely since you've been goneyou won't surround meup and down meBe all around meBaby I can't breathe no more