因為有目標，所以每天都過得很有意義。

No word, no message, no nothing, I thought lovers don't get bored of texting
Do you keep your feelings in your heart?
Seal them, frame them like pieces of art?

Call me superficial, I never liked Picasso
Call me blind, I cannot read minds

If busy were your reason I wonder if you'd think of me at all
If tired were your reason I wonder which bit of me you adore

When reasons turn excuses Is this how your love mutates?
All I want is a single message