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