I Fucking Miss You

Lying in a room I hate
Smells of smoke in the cheaper kind of taste

I call you once to hear your voice
This sound reminds me of the choices
That both of us have made

And I fucking miss you
But I'm feeling much better
Now that we are not together

I hear you're alone in some bar
Our lives seem pretty parallel thus far
But he's moving the dark
Foreign place, familiar thought

And I fucking miss you
But I'm feeling much better
Now that we are not together

You ask me how I get to sleep
It's not too hard
Being this tired when your constantly this bored
I didn't ask that much of you
But perhaps I did
Just entertain me for the moment

And I fucking miss you
But I'm doing much better
Now that we are not together