Do you miss the way you’d fall asleep on my chest, Mumbling secrets you could never confess? Do you miss the nights you wore my clothes too long, Singing off-key to your favorite song? Do you miss me? Do you miss the dent in the couch where you used to stay? The way we wasted hours just drifting away? Do you miss the Polaroids taped crooked on the wall, Half out of focus, but we kept them all? Oh, the things we used to do, Do they ever come back to you? Do you miss me too? Do you miss me too? Do you miss the grocery runs at midnight alone, Arguing over cereal before walking home? Do you miss the songs we made up just to laugh, Moments too small for a photograph? Oh, the things we used to do, I still wonder if you do too… Do you miss me too? Do you miss the notes I’d leave in the passenger seat, Half-written lines that you swore you’d keep? Do you miss the mornings tangled under the sheets, Coffee gone cold but the silence was sweet? Do you miss me? Do you miss the way our kitchen always smelled like smoke, Burned pancakes and laughter in every joke? Do you miss the picture frame we never straightened out, Little imperfections we couldn’t live without? Do you miss me? Even just a bit? Do you miss me… Do you miss me?
