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I've been watching you, sitting in the corner 
while you get happy and wonder about me
sounds of your music drift through the smoky haze.
I miss you. I never thought I'd say it, but I do.
I wish things could be like they were before
Just you and me, a bottle of cheap wine
and endless pages of poetry and tracks on a Cure cd.

I miss re-arranging us, I miss playing games with you.
You can beat me at anything, except staring.
I miss the way your face goes red when I smile...
and the way you grin like a little boy when I look at you
quizzing you with my eyes, looking deeper than anyone else.
I miss late nights filled with pool...

I miss knowing that you cared, no matter who else, 
about me... I miss your cold hands at midnight on the street
and I miss our shared tastes for beautiful things.
I wonder sometimes how things have changed in my own life
since you were no longer a part of it...
walking in the arb under that full moon isn't the same
without the buzzing knowledge that you are next to me.
I remember you carefully taking apart your drums 
first from your apartment, eager to play again, 
and then in my living room...
I told you to get the hell out of my life...
I told you I never wanted to see you again...
I told you that you needed to grow up...

maybe I lied, maybe I need you in my life
and I want to see you more now than when I had you
maybe it was just me who needed to grow up.
Maybe I was wrong... I don't admit that often...
I don't like to know I was the one who was mixed up...
but I realize now, now that I can see too clearly
just how much I miss you, and how much I want things
to be right, to feel right like they did before...
I realize how much I still care.