It’s 12 a.m. Tuesday night
And something in me doesn't feel right.

Guess I was thinking of you, I want to call
Just to hear your voice.

I wanna ask if you had a good day.
I wanna see if everything’s okay.

But I roll over again, I feel dead
And I can’t get out of my head.

I miss you.
I wish you could know that.

How do you like your new zip code?
Is it everything that you were told?
Do you smile and smile?
That’s more your style, I haven’t seen that in a while.
I’m kinda hating everything here.
Don’t think I can handle another year
Of you inside my head,
Just come back to bed
So I can see that smile again.

I miss you.
I wish you could know that
I sat with myself in the middle of the night for awhile
And I’m so stupid
To not see you were the best thing for me by a mile.
And let’s be honest
You’re my favorite thing about this little town.
You’re my favorite thing about me.