i miss you more than words can say:
i don’t control this heart of mine anymore.
i’ve been gone since day one
of this new life you forced me to lead.
and i remember sleeping on the floor,
and stumbling out the door all those times,
and swearing that i’d never forget it at all;
well i didn’t.
i sometimes miss that radio we broke
and all the songs it used to play,
melodies dancing through my ears
sweetly, like we used to sway
back and forth with the breeze.
well those songs on my mixtape will always take me back,
even if you won’t.