I miss the crinkle in your smile,
and the way you smiled with your eyes.
I miss the way I'd reminisce
on the way your hand felt in mine.

I miss the surprise in your voice
when I'd call just to hear yours.
And that beautiful laugh
that always kept me wanting more.

I miss the "good morning" texts,
I miss the calls out of the blue.
But if you asked me what was next,
I guess you could say
we're slow dancing in
a burning room.

What do you want me to say?
I knew we were doomed
from the start.
But I'll take my chances
when it comes to
matters of the heart.

I'll remember you and smile,
but I gotta let it burn.
I'll stay wishing you were her -
******* it,
You'd think I'd learn.

I hope that when you're with him
it's me, instead, that you see.
Babe, I never said
this would be easy;

**I'm gonna make you miss me.