Sorry If You Miss Me
Sorry if you miss me
I just run on instinct
I know I don't talk much
And you don't like the talking
If doesn't trouble you much
I thought maybe you could call me
In the middle of the night when
All your senses heightened
Making friends with my rivals
That's the art of survival
Maybe I'm being modest
But baby you been too honest
When you empty that bottle
Yell at me bout your problems
I got enough people doubting
That's why I never felt valid
So please don't question my talent
My most valuable asset
I know I'm way above average
That's why your anger stay passive
Sit and wait for reactions
But I can hear through the static
You got a heart made of plastic
But that's what made you a
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
Doubled up on mistakes
You won't wanna miss this
Kisses on my bitch face
From other bitches lipstick
Liquor gave me limp dick
What the fuck is this shit
She keeps tryna tell me I should trust my intuition
I don't fucking listen
No I don't fucking listen
Pass the fucking blunt why the fuck you babysitting
Me, myself, and I, but you still don't know the difference
Do you ask why
And question your existence
Do you feel alive or are you dead inside
My bitch kind of fine and that pussy get me high
All my fucking problems outta sight and outta mind
If you ain't gonna love me then stop wasting all my time
Sorry if you miss me
I just run on instinct
I know I don't talk much
And you don't like the talking
If doesn't trouble you much
I thought maybe you could call me
In the middle of the night when
All your senses heightened
Sorry if you miss him
He just runs on instinct
You know he don't talk much
But that just means he listens
I just ordered Maci special
We in orbit on Orion's shit
She just shocked me
She just told me she don't know who Ryan is
And I'm looking at the earth
Point of view from outer space
When the feelings get too much
It's okay to wet your face
I just run on instinct
I know I don't talk much
And you don't like the talking
If doesn't trouble you much
I thought maybe you could call me
In the middle of the night when
All your senses heightened
Sorry if you miss me
I just run on instinct
I know I don't talk much
And you don't like the talking
If doesn't trouble you much
I thought maybe you could call me
In the middle of the night when
All your senses heightened
Making friends with my rivals
That's the art of survival
Maybe I'm being modest
But baby you been too honest
When you empty that bottle
Yell at me bout your problems
I got enough people doubting
That's why I never felt valid
So please don't question my talent
My most valuable asset
I know I'm way above average
That's why your anger stay passive
Sit and wait for reactions
But I can hear through the static
You got a heart made of plastic
But that's what made you a
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
Doubled up on mistakes
You won't wanna miss this
Kisses on my bitch face
From other bitches lipstick
Liquor gave me limp dick
What the fuck is this shit
She keeps tryna tell me I should trust my intuition
I don't fucking listen
No I don't fucking listen
Pass the fucking blunt why the fuck you babysitting
Me, myself, and I, but you still don't know the difference
Do you ask why
And question your existence
Do you feel alive or are you dead inside
My bitch kind of fine and that pussy get me high
All my fucking problems outta sight and outta mind
If you ain't gonna love me then stop wasting all my time
Sorry if you miss me
I just run on instinct
I know I don't talk much
And you don't like the talking
If doesn't trouble you much
I thought maybe you could call me
In the middle of the night when
All your senses heightened
Sorry if you miss him
He just runs on instinct
You know he don't talk much
But that just means he listens
I just ordered Maci special
We in orbit on Orion's shit
She just shocked me
She just told me she don't know who Ryan is
And I'm looking at the earth
Point of view from outer space
When the feelings get too much
It's okay to wet your face
I just run on instinct
I know I don't talk much
And you don't like the talking
If doesn't trouble you much
I thought maybe you could call me
In the middle of the night when
All your senses heightened
Sorry if you miss me
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Writer(s): Ryan Radig
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