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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