
Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miss You |
Is it my imagination? |
Is it something that I’m taking? |
All the smiles that I’m faking |
“Everything is great |
Everything is fucking great” |
Going out every weekend |
Staring at the stars or the ceiling |
Hollywood friends, got to see them |
Such a good time |
I believe it this time |
Tuesday night |
Glazed over eyes |
Just one more pint or five |
Does it even matter anyway? |
We’re dancing on tables |
Till I’m off my face |
With all of my people |
And it couldn’t get better they say |
We’re singing ‘till last call |
And it’s all out of tune |
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong |
And it hits me when the lights go on |
Shit, maybe I miss you |
Just like that and I’m sober |
I’m asking myself, “Is it over?” |
Maybe I was lying when I told you |
“Everything is great |
Everything is fucking great” |
And all of these thoughts and the feeling |
Doesn’t matter if you don’t need them |
I’ve been checking my phone all evening |
Such a good time |
I believe it this time |
Tuesday night |
Glazed over eyes |
Just one more pint or five |
Does it even matter anyway? |
We’re dancing on tables |
Till I’m off my face |
With all of my people |
And it couldn’t get better they say |
We’re singing till last call |
And it’s all out of tune |
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong |
And it hits me when the lights go on |
Shit, maybe I miss you |
Now I’m asking my friends if I should say “I’m sorry” |
They say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry” |
I can’t even be near the phone now |
I can’t even be with you alone now |
Oh how, shit changes |
We were in love |
Now, we’re strangers |
When I feel it coming up I just throw that shit away |
Get another two shots and it doesn’t matter anyway |
We’re dancing on tables |
Till I’m off my face |
With all of my people |
And it couldn’t get better they say |
We’re singing till last call |
And it’s all out of tune |
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong |
And it hits me when the lights go on |
We’re dancing on tables |
Till I’m off my face |
With all of my people |
And it couldn’t get better they say |
We’re singing till last call |
And it’s all out of tune |
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong |
And it hits me when the lights go on |
Shit, maybe I’ll miss you |