Miss You (Part 1)

Sitting here in dark at 2am reminiscing on former happiness.

Trying to remember what it was, then I realise you're the happiness.

And now you're gone all I have is old messages, pictures & memories.

Cutting my arms just wishing and hoping you'll fucking message me.

And tell me you miss me, tell me you and the new guy are history.

But I know I'm deluded, I know you're still angry and pissed at me.

Shit, you're probably being fucked in the shower while I'm writing this.

Although in a sick, twisted sense, right now I hope you're fighting him.

I even hope he's about to punch you in your face.

And ruin things with you.

So that you kick him out and invite me to your place.

Cause I'm missing you.