I think to myself a lot of the time
Sometimes it’s about what I want to eat,
Maybe even about what I want to wear tomorrow
But most of the time it’s always about you
My mind still thinks about you
Your voice and your eyes
Your hands were something I always found comfort in
Your madness is still all my heart desires
Why do I still miss you
Why do I still wish you would come back
And why do I still wish that every time my phone rings
It would be you
And your stupid special ringtone I made for you
All those years ago
I knew I would miss you
I just didn’t know
I would miss you
Every day.