Miss you terribly already Miss the space between your eyelids, Where I'd stare through awkward sentences And void through awkward silence
Miss your teeth when they chatter, When we smoked out in my garden When we couldn't sleep for all the heat, Soft talk began to harden
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine, The fact they're good at making Miss you sitting up incessantly, And the fact you're always waking in the night And night
And I, I hope for your life You forget about mine Forget about mine