Mine to Miss
I miss you like a past life
Though I can't remember if
You were ever mine to miss
I miss you like we both time
Our time together, starcrossed endeavour
My home is an unmade bed
Abandoned arms and legs and intimate things
Finding their way into these twisted sheets
I need a maid or another mother
More than the strain of an absent lover
My heart is an empty bed
Just the thought of being sick is more than I can take
I never met a mirror that I couldn't break
I'll miss you in the next life
Writer/s: Mike Kinsella
