We're missing the train every morning at 8 52.
Sipping coffee from the same cup as you.
Sharing our secrets we thought no one else knew.
That's what
I
miss about you.
The new way that love had made me see.
Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key.
The knowing way you used to caress me.
That's what
I
miss about you.
You're stolen with your starry smile inside me.
Driving with you in your new car, feeling free.
Love is blind, then I was blind willingly.
Do you live and feel we had a future?
The way you said I'd be no one on my own.
Your habit of soaking yourself in overpriced cologne.
The way you turned the lights out when I knew you were home.
That's what I miss about you.
I bet you're using your weary magic like it's new.
Driving so fast with a new fool beside you.
The new house of a lucky you.
A wonder if she knows she's being lied to.
Like I do.
The way I only doubted myself when I was with you.
Like I was over expecting something from a lie to.
Your skill of putting me down in front of everyone we knew.
That's what
I don't miss about you.
That's what
I don't miss about you.