Miss Missing You

Tell me again what you came to see

On the Sunday you stood down the hall waiting on me

I'm as broke as a painter down in Soho, don't want you to see

Maybe I pretend and I'm alone, I just want you here with me

Cuz I miss missing you

And I miss missing you

Strangers eyes all look like yours, it's hard to look away

But every time I try to count the days, overworked and underpaid

Cigarettes and crowded little rooms where the jukebox never plays

One more drink and I'll be coming home, if home is where you'll stay

Cuz I miss missing you

And I miss missing you

Don't you go

Don't you go

Oh, and today

I'll be here

One day

You'll be here