Written By Will Roberts

I don’t miss your smile

I don’t miss the way that we used to laugh

I don’t miss our love

Hell, I’m happy we tore it in half

I’m happy it’s over

well, over for now

we both saw this coming

we just didn’t see how


I don’t miss the phone calls

I don’t miss our dates

the building resentment

I don’t miss our hate


but I miss our fucking

I miss the sex that we used to have

I miss our fucking

the thought of you naked is driving me mad

I miss our fucking

I want to call you up right now

‘cause I miss our fucking

I miss the noises you’d make when you came

I miss your breathy voice moaning my name

I miss the creaking of that old bed frame

I want to do it again and again

‘cause I miss our fucking


our walks by the river

well, it turns out they’re better alone

nights are so quiet

when I don’t hear your voice on the phone

your stupid hobbies

I don’t miss pretending to care about them

we never talk now

because I don’t miss you as a friend


and if you want to get back together

well then, baby, you’re shit out of luck

‘cause it’s true when I tell ya I don’t give a shit

but I could sure as shit give a fuck


‘cause I miss our fucking

I miss the sex that we used to have

I miss our fucking

the thought of you naked is driving me mad

I miss our fucking

I want to call you up right now

‘cause I miss our fucking

I miss the noises you’d make when you came

I miss your breathy voice moaning my name

I miss the creaking of that old bed frame

I miss the endorphin rush to my brain

baby, I’m hornier than I can stand

I feel it deep down in my every gland

it feels like I’m sinking in sexy quicksand

and I think of you each time I fuck my hand

‘cause I miss our fucking

 
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