You Never Missed Me
Just got home from New Orleans one cold November night
Stopped by my favorite taco stand and I picked us up a bite
When I got home there you were standing in the hall
You threw a turkey leg at me and it smashed against the wall
You grabbed the bag out of my hand pulled out the refried beans
You tried to throw them in my face but they wound up on your jeans
And you never missed me
And you never cared what pain that brings
And you never missed me
Until you started throwing things
Next you threw a churro from my dwindling supply
I yelled don't throw the tacos, as one went flying by
You ran into the bedroom and promptly slammed the door
The tacos still looked pretty good so I scraped them off the floor
I sat down and before I could even finish one
You stepped into the hallway, in your hand you held a gun
And you never missed me
And you never cared what pain that brings
And you never missed me
Until you started throwing things
I could see the anger in your eyes, you were aiming now to kill
I knew my only hope was to remain completely still
A shot went through the kitchen, the next went through the den
The third one hit the ceiling fan and now it works again
The fourth and fifth took out a lamp and drained the aquarium
And with the final shot somehow you blew off your own thumb
And you never missed me
And you never cared what pain that brings
And you never missed me
Until you started throwing things
And now that you're incarcerated
You will not be missing me
Stopped by my favorite taco stand and I picked us up a bite
When I got home there you were standing in the hall
You threw a turkey leg at me and it smashed against the wall
You grabbed the bag out of my hand pulled out the refried beans
You tried to throw them in my face but they wound up on your jeans
And you never missed me
And you never cared what pain that brings
And you never missed me
Until you started throwing things
Next you threw a churro from my dwindling supply
I yelled don't throw the tacos, as one went flying by
You ran into the bedroom and promptly slammed the door
The tacos still looked pretty good so I scraped them off the floor
I sat down and before I could even finish one
You stepped into the hallway, in your hand you held a gun
And you never missed me
And you never cared what pain that brings
And you never missed me
Until you started throwing things
I could see the anger in your eyes, you were aiming now to kill
I knew my only hope was to remain completely still
A shot went through the kitchen, the next went through the den
The third one hit the ceiling fan and now it works again
The fourth and fifth took out a lamp and drained the aquarium
And with the final shot somehow you blew off your own thumb
And you never missed me
And you never cared what pain that brings
And you never missed me
Until you started throwing things
And now that you're incarcerated
You will not be missing me
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Writer(s): Paul Rhea
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