i did not dream of you last night
i’m afraid that i never will again
as time goes by, i will forget
to mourn for what might have been

i miss the way you made me feel
like it would all turn out alright
now every morning proves you wrong
but i still hope every night

and i miss the tears i used to cry
the pain, it seemed, to hasten the time
i miss the questions from care and concern
with my reply (it’s a lie) i’m not doing just fine

you always wanted honesty
thought i never let you in
but i’d spill out all my secrets if i
could just see you again

i miss the way you used to walk
stub your toe, but never cuss
i miss our all night arguments
you know i just miss “us”

i miss the pawprints on my windshield
that cat you made me buy
chased into the road one day
i never got to say goodbye

i miss that special mug you used
when the day called for caffine
and i miss being accused
of hiding all my feelings

i miss the way you doubted what’s true
i never kept anything from you.