3am
Bags are packed you're on a phone call with your friend
She's waiting right outside of my apartment
To pick you up

3am
Our history is burning down inside
my head
I'm thinking if theres anything I could've said
That'd be enough

To make..you..stay

I'm gonna miss your hair, miss your face
and the lipstick you wore
Miss the way, we would lay
And swing on your porch
when we were bored, oh oh oh

I'm gonna miss your voice, miss your eyes and the pink on your toes
Miss the high we could find
Without getting stoned
Damn but the most

I'm gonna miss oh I'm gonna miss me me
Girl, when you're gone

6am
I'd love to wake up and just kiss your forehead
But thats not gonna happen in the mornin
No

6am
That's what time your flight is at and when this ends
I'm wishing I could say that it was all pretend
But I won't

I'm gonna miss your hair, miss your face
and the lipstick you wore
Miss the way we would lay
And swing on your porch
when we were bored, oh oh oh

I'm gonna miss your voice, miss your eyes and the pink on your toes
Miss the high we could find
Without getting stoned
Damn but the most

I'm gonna miss, oh I'm gonna miss me
Girl, when you're gone

8am
I'm so fuckin tired cause I have slept
I don't even think that I can leave this bed
So I won't...cause

I'm gonna miss your hair, miss your face
and the lipstick you wore
Miss the way we would lay
And swing on your porch
when we were bored, oh oh oh

I'm gonna miss your voice, miss your eyes and the pink on your toes
Miss the high we could find
Without getting stoned
Damn but the most

I'm gonna miss, oh I'm gonna miss me
Girl, when you're gone