I swear that every car that passes has you in it

I can't believe we're finished

My life is movin' fast

The time will often pass

And something will remind me

I can't put this behind me

(...)

I can't go to bed

Thinking about my goals

And how we used to say a goal is just a dream with a deadline

Where did the other half of my heart go?

Why am I in bed alone?

o q seria de mim sem ti, Drake.