Sometimes I wonder if you miss me But not the kind of “you” whose love should be would be could be. The “you” that only sends me hi while sitting by the Christmas tree. I reach out every chance I get and now we wait and see. I check, I check for the reply, sipping on my tea… But now it’s gone… Finding some new things to do waiting for a text to spawn. Giving up hope as I feel myself begin to yawn. It ain’t about the message, no, connection’s all I ever want.
Do you miss me? Do you miss me?
I’ve been around the world and met so many a soul. Only quality over quantity has always been my goal. I only want to know if I am deeper than some motherfuckin role. Or am I just a friend that you can see and like and scroll?
Do you miss me? Do you miss me?
I miss you I miss you I want to hear about your day. Tell me all the shit you hide, that you think is lame. What are all the things you feel and all you have to say. Write me like a human not a motherfuckin essay. Is it selfish cuz I know you’re busy? Cuz that shit is ok. Just know that I’ll be thinkin bout you even when I pray. I wanna know I’m deeper to you, put it on display. But the only thing that I can ask, that these feelings could convey,
Do you miss me? Do you miss me?
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