MISSING
I know what you'll miss about me -
The way I say things randomly;
When I sing out of tune making tea;
Yes, I know what you'll miss about me.
I know there be space when I'm gone,
And you'll listen to hear my song -
Though you never tried singing along,
Still I know you'll start missing my song.
I know that you'll look for my lips,
In every new pair that you kiss,
For it's the feeling of me that you'll miss;
Yes, I know you'll start missing my lips.
All the things you will miss about me,
Will be lost before you will see
For your love no longer runs free,
And its blind to what's missing of me.
I know there's no more I can do
Than let the empty feelings come through -
I know you will miss me, that's true,
But for too long it's me that's missed you.