Missing the train every morning at 8:52,
Sipping coffee from the same cup as you.
The sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew,
That´s what I miss about you.

The new way that love had made me see,
Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key.
The knowing way you used to caress me,
That´s what I miss about you.

You stole in with your starry smile exciting me,
Driving with you in your new car, feeling free.
If it´s true that love is blind, then I was blind willingly,
You made me feel we had a future, that could be and would be.

The way you said I´d be no one on my own,
Your habit of soaking yourself in over-priced cologne.
The way you turned the light out when I knew you were home,
That´s what I don´t miss about you.

I bet you´re using your weary magic like it´s new,
Driving so fast with a new fool beside you.
Presumably believing she´s the last of the lucky few,
I wonder if she knows she´s being lied to like I do.

The way I only doubted myself when I was with you,
Like I was a fool for expecting something from life too.
Your skill of putting me down in-front of everyone we knew,
That´s what I don´t miss about you