Make 'Em Miss Me
Getting used to seeing peoples backs through my rear window
I jump in and they just dipping toe that's how you make a friend a foe
You're clockin' out at 459 I'm working through the weekend
See you sipping on the finest wine and leaving me with natty light
Blinded by the gold, but that ain't me no more
Shoulda seen it long ago
Im all done keeping score
We lost the melody we used to sing
But Im gonna make em miss me
If they say your word is all you've got you're running on empty
Not everything can be bought where it counts I've got plenty
Blinded by the gold, but that ain't me no more
Shoulda seen it long ago
Im all done keeping score
We lost the melody we used to sing
But I'm gonna make' em miss me
Blinded by the gold, but that ain't me no more
Shoulda seen it long ago
I'm all done keeping score
We lost the melody we used to sing
But I'm gonna make em miss me
Writer/s: Eric Corne, Sam Morrow
