I miss the way you sing low
so I cant hear your voice over the radio in my car.
You knew every word they sang.
You know just the right things to say
when the distance rips us farther and farther and farther away.
Ill see you soon, if youre coming back this way again.
Come back to California.
All of us here in florida are starved for your attention.
Maybe I fell too fast.
Maybe I pushed you away.
Now youre gone and Im afraid youre never coming back this way again.
I wont mind if you monopolize all of my time.
I wont say a thing at all.
I wont say a word.
© 2003 Militia
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