I miss being in love
I miss being somebody to somebody
I miss staying up too late by accident
Making out with my best friend
I miss being in love
I miss having a reason to stop working
I miss telling jokes only we’d understand
Fighting over the ceiling fan

I miss the couple cats I know I won’t see again
I miss lamenting the bias of CNN
I miss looking at my dresser and seeing her stuff
And I miss being in love

I miss having her house key in my pocket
Miss having someone to watch Love Island with
Miss the sounds of where she lived
I miss the smell of her shampoo beneath my nose
The way that she kind of sighed when I held her close
Going to Kroger for red wine and nothing else
And not waking up all by myself

I miss debating which thumb’s in front when holding hands
I miss her mad that I’m washing her frying pans
I miss that song that I never did know the name of
And I miss being in love

In general but mostly with her
There was no way we could make it work
It’d be nice if that made it not hurt

But I miss the girl that now tells her friends that we’re enemies
I miss the time when I didn’t miss anything
I miss when we didn’t know that we’d mess it all up
And I miss being in love

I miss being in love