I miss the way our hands Wouldn't perfectly align You'd hurt me with your grip I miss pretending it was fine I miss the way you'd look at me But, limerence always dies And with that left the compliments I miss feelin' like I'd die I miss how I would cry I miss the way we loved Always living on the line You liked to blame it all on me I miss all of your lies I miss the way you'd shout Flaming rage inside those eyes I miss the way it hurt I'd smile and I'd turn the other cheek I miss when you were mine