I thought I'd miss you (I miss me more) But I miss me more I miss my own beat, to my own snare drum Miss my own sheets in the bed I made up I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings Forgot who I was before I ever kissed you Yeah, I thought I'd miss you

If you were here, I'd never have a fear So go on live your life But I miss you more than I did yesterday You're so far away So c'mon show me how 'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say Oh baby here comes the sound I took a train outta New Orleans

Lo-o-o-o, lo-o-o-o-ove You got the lovin' that I need I'm missin' my love, love, love Oh and I can't wait to see her Your love made me a believer And I won't fight these feelings anymore I can't get enough of your love That love, love, love

You don't ever let me down You got those cigarettes and cush No more cush I'm sorry that I'm late And I missed your call But you know night turn into day I didn't stop to pause I know I never see your face But I'ma fix all my mistakes

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair. And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. And after the storm, I run and run

If you see him, tell him I wish him well Well, sometimes it's hard to tell I still miss him more than ever But please don't say a word If you see her, tell her I'm doing fine And if you want to

I miss you more than I loved you I miss you more than I loved you (I wonder what we could have been) (You'll always be in my orbit) Saw your picture on accident Your face has changed The lines are sinking in I pressed play, I should haven't

I miss you more I miss you, I miss you I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more I miss you more, I miss you more What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it? What’s gonna be left of the world, oh? Every minute and every hour Every stumble and

I miss the old you Or, "I love you daddy" You ungrateful bitch The more the baddie, more the bratty Take you shopping for them clothes I used to hold you I miss the old me And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you When it was on, we was on fire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Every minute and every hour Every stumble and each misfire What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh Put