Missing the train
every morning at
eight fifty two
Sipping coffee from the
same cup as you
The sharing of secrets
we thought no one else knew
Thatâs 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
Thatâs what I...
miss about you...
You stole in with your
starry smile exciting me
Driving with you in your
new car, feeling free
And if itâs true that love is blind
then I was blind willingly
You made me feel
we had a future
that could be and would be
The way you said
Iâd be no one on my own
Your habit of soaking yourself
in over priced cologne
The way you turned
the lights out
when I knew you were home
Thatâs what I...
donât miss about you...
I bet youâre using your
weary magic like itâs new
Driving so fast with
a new fool beside you
Presumably believing sheâs
the last of the lucky few
I wonder if she knows sheâs
being lied to like I do
The way I only doubted myself
when I was with you
Like I was wrong for expecting
something from life too
Your skill of putting me down
infront of everyone we knew...
Thatâs what I...
donât miss about you...
