Music: Scott Harris Friedman/Shawn Mendes/Fabrice Gerard Michel Potec/Nate Mercereau
I am in Toronto and got this feel
But i might as well be in a hotel room yeah
It doesn't matter cause I'm so cosumed
Spending all my nights reading text from you
Oh i am good at keeping my distance and i know
It's your the feeling of missing you know
That i hate to admit it
But everything means nothing if i cant have you
I cant write one song that is not about you
Cant drink without thinking about you
I am in Toronto and got this feel
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if i cant have you
I am so sorry that my time is off
But I can't move on
If we still gonna talk
Is it wrong for me to not want a half
I want all of you
All the strings of touch
Oh i am good at keeping my distance and i know
It's your the feeling of missing you know
That i hate to admit it
But everything means nothing if i cant have you
I cant write one song that is not about you
Cant drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if i cant have you
I am trying to move on
Forget you
But I hold on
Everything means nothing
Everything means nothing babe
I am trying to move on
Forget you
But I hold on
If i cant have you noο½
I cant write one song that is not about you
Cant drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if i cant have you
I cant write one song that is not about you
Cant drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if i cant have you