Maroon 5

Slow is the memory
I can picture her standing right in front of me
Orange blossoms crushed by concrete
I walk around with barefeet
And I know you want me
Can't remember everything
Her skin it tastes like sugar cane
And I had already gotten there before I came
My tank is empty
And I know you're thirsty
I have already tried to explain myself
It's not that I love someone else
But I can't bear to listen to you cry
I'm sick of all these wasted years
A rag for someone else's tears
I wring you out as I hang you out to dry
And I'll see you when I get back