Letras
I miss your hands
I miss the way that they barely know
How to play baby grand
And I miss the songs that made them dance
I miss the trash
I miss the humid summer air
I miss your curls, the open window
The city lights stuck in your hair
But it never was enough for you
God, I love to waste your time, but I don't have to
I'm gonna pack my dirty clothes, leave a message at the tone, and walk away
Sometimes I feel dumb
Sometimes I get pissed off
Sometimes I pray about my nature
But most of the time my prayers get lost
That's why I'll never be enough for you
God, I love to waste your time, but I don't have to
I'm gonna pack my dirty clothes
Leave a message at the tone and walk away
I'm gonna walk away
I'm gonna walk away
I'm gonna walk away