Missing the train every morning at 8:52, Sipping coffee from the same cup you. The sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew, That’s what I miss about you.
The way that love had made me see, Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key. The knowing you used to caress me, That’s what I miss about you.
You stole in with your starry 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 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 over-priced cologne. The way you turned the light out when I knew you were home, That’s what I don’t miss about you.
I bet you’re using weary magic like it’s new, so fast with a new fool beside you. Presumably believing she’s the last of the lucky few, I wonder she knows she’s being lied to like I do.
The way I only doubted myself when I was with you, Like I was a fool for expecting something from life too. Your skill of putting me down in-front of we knew, That’s what I don’t miss about you