You're lying in your bedroom in my mind
And he's probably switching off the light
I miss you
These emails I draft but never send
Are works of art you couldn't comprehend
I miss you
Don't make me try, don't make me try, don't make me try
Not in front of them, not in front of them, not in front of them
Your flat is only half a mile away
I meant every single word I didn't say
I miss you
This city still weighs heavy on my mind
There's still a Chevy in the parking lot outside
I love you
Don't make me try, don't make me try, don't make me try
Not in front of them, not in front of them, not in front of them
Don't make me cry, don't make me cry, don't make me cry
Not in front of them, not in front of them, not in front of him

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