All of my mouth was kissing him Now, into the air, I am missing him Is this excess texting a blessing? Two music nerds obsessing I taught my heart to do more than miss him Trained it to beat a less desperate rhythm Now my heart has gone rogue, it prefers longing So, I'll sit here and pretend that you're close to me But I don't have enough clothes to dress all of the people I've become When you're kissing me, when you're kissing me Is that why you stay gone, you don't want me to stress? But you're blissing me, you're blissing me