I miss Sunday mornings
On the couch with coffee
After a long Saturday night
Spent with nicotine and your body
I miss your t-shirts on my skin
With nothing covering yours
Your head on my lap
Just ignoring all our chores
I miss riding in your car
Cozy in the passenger seat
Windows down music loud
Soaring down the street
I miss the day I left
Fighting over how it all began
Lighting up my cigarette
Promising you could be a better man
It was hard to walk away
But I knew we wouldn't get better
I'm sorry I couldn't stay