Missing the train every morning at 8:52, Sipping coffee from the same cup you. The sharing of secrets we thought no one else That’s what I miss about you.
The new way that love had made me see, 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 stole in with your starry smile exciting me, Driving with in your new car, feeling free. If it’s true that love is blind, then was blind willingly, You made me feel we had a future, that could be and would be.
The way you said I’d be no one on my own, Your habit of soaking yourself in over-priced cologne. The you turned the light out when I knew you were home, That’s what I don’t miss about
I bet you’re using your weary magic like it’s new, Driving so with a new fool beside you. Presumably believing she’s the last of the lucky few, I wonder if she knows she’s being lied to like I do.
The way only doubted myself when I was with you, Like I was a fool for expecting something from life too. skill of putting me down in-front of everyone we knew, That’s what I don’t miss about you