oh when he moves, when he moves
i get into those grooves, those grooves
so i stayed up all night looking for songs reminding me of the touch of his fingers
so i figured there weren't any cause none of his exes were singers

oh the way he speaks, he speaks
oh the way he fastens my breath, my breath
so i stayed up all night looking for images of how he looks at a girl like me and she faints
so i figured there weren't any cause none of his exes paints

oh the way he looks at me, at me
how he doesn't even like me
so i stay up tonight looking for answers to why i did what i did
so i figure there are millions of reasons but not a single one can make him present again

oh the way i want him, him him him