Missing the train every morning at 8:52,
sipping coffee from the same cup as you.
the sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew,
that's 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,
that's what i miss about you.

you stole in with your starry smile 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 had 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 in 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 your weary magic like it's new,
driving so fast with a new fool beside you.
presumably believing she's the last of the lucky few,
i wonder if 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 everyone we knew,
that's what i don't miss about you