I miss the way our hands
Wouldn’t perfectly align
You’d hurt me with your grip

I miss pretending it was fine
(I miss the way you’d look at me)
But limerence always dies
And with that left the compliments
(I miss feelin’ like I’d die)
I miss how I would cry

I miss the way we loved
Always living on the line
You liked to blame it all on me
I miss all of your lies

I miss the way you’d shout
Flaming rage inside those eyes
(I miss the way it hurt)
I’d smile and I’d turn the other cheek
I miss when you were mine