I just Miss You
Blow your smoke, down my throat
And I'll inhale it again
Don't know where you're going with this but I say oh
Call your phone, no one's home
You never pick up, but I never text cause I don't want to
We never hang out anymore mostly pass out on the floor
after downing bottles of rum and malibu
And your taste is bad, I make you sick
You make me mad, act like you don't give a shit
And I find it real sad, make me out to be a bitch
But, I just miss you
And your taste is bad, I make you sick
You make me mad, act like you don't give a shit
And I find it real sad, make me out to be a bitch
But, I just miss you
I walk down the street and see foreclosure signs
It just reminds me how you never gave me closure or time
To heal, what's the deal with this edgy ass shit
We're getting nowhere
What did I see, in you, and every memory
That'd I see of you, tells me everything
I needed to know about you, I clutch my sheets when I fall asleep without you, (sleep without you)
And your taste is bad, I make you sick
You make me mad, act like you don't give a shit
And I find it real sad, make me out to be a bitch
But, I just miss you
And your taste is bad, I make you sick
You make me mad, act like you don't give a shit
And I find it real sad, make me out to be a bitch
But, I just miss you
And I'll inhale it again
Don't know where you're going with this but I say oh
Call your phone, no one's home
You never pick up, but I never text cause I don't want to
We never hang out anymore mostly pass out on the floor
after downing bottles of rum and malibu
And your taste is bad, I make you sick
You make me mad, act like you don't give a shit
And I find it real sad, make me out to be a bitch
But, I just miss you
And your taste is bad, I make you sick
You make me mad, act like you don't give a shit
And I find it real sad, make me out to be a bitch
But, I just miss you
I walk down the street and see foreclosure signs
It just reminds me how you never gave me closure or time
To heal, what's the deal with this edgy ass shit
We're getting nowhere
What did I see, in you, and every memory
That'd I see of you, tells me everything
I needed to know about you, I clutch my sheets when I fall asleep without you, (sleep without you)
And your taste is bad, I make you sick
You make me mad, act like you don't give a shit
And I find it real sad, make me out to be a bitch
But, I just miss you
And your taste is bad, I make you sick
You make me mad, act like you don't give a shit
And I find it real sad, make me out to be a bitch
But, I just miss you
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Writer(s): Chance Beaver
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