Group 1 - i just miss you, that's it really

I wake up every morning wanting to die
But as the day goes on I feel a little better
But I know it's just the wine
I know it isn't clever but I'd love to see you try
I can no longer listen to Mellah and the list goes on of songs where you reside
I hate this place because we loved this place
And I see your face in every building and every bar
I'm so out of place and the scar on my face
Reminds me of the mess I am and how beautiful you are
And I've tried but I can't ever get you out my head
And I lie and say that's it's because I'm tired that I don't get out of bed
And I've tried to believe you might even think about me
But I know you don't see me in your dreams like I see you
Life's never been easy but now I just don't know what to do
I wake up every morning and check your Spotify
How fucking sad is that?
I stand in the shower so they can't see me cry
And Richard says I smell like rotten plants
But I'll still wear that patchouli on my arm
Because most of the time it's the only thing that makes me smile
And I've tried but I can't ever get you out my head
And I lie and say that's it's because I'm tired that I don't get out of bed
And I've tried, to believe you might even think about me
But I know you don't see me in your dreams like i see you
Life's never been easy but now I just don't know
You feel so real in my dreams I wake up crying
All our spats are replicated so perfectly
I'm the only one trying
And when I look into your eyes I still get those jittery feelings inside
But it's all in my mind it's all in my fucked up mind
You feel so real in my dreams
I swear to god I'm trying
But no one, no, no one believes me
I can still hear you crying
I wanted to have our kids at 23 but that got crushed so easily
Yeah you feel so real in my dreams
I miss your handwriting, and all your silly notes
I miss hearing you sing your favourite songs and
Your hands around my throat
I miss the way you drew absolutely everything you saw
And fuck I miss being the one that you adore
I don't think I can do this anymore
I miss trekking to Morden
I miss never being bored and having your lips at anytime
I miss looking at stars in your garden in the middle of the night
God I'm so lost lately, I feel I have nothing to do
I hate the fact that you escaped me and now my lyrics are no longer true
I miss your ukulele and how it made me fall in love with you even more
I miss the wooden floor and the single bed
I miss you being present when you were fucking with my head

Written by:
Wilfrid Dickson

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