I miss the stupid shit
When I stand eye to eye with a stranger and not even think of it
When I dance with no room left for Jesus with people I've never met
And I'm obsessed
With memories of first dates and handshakes and wishing I hadn't run into my ex, yeah
Maybe I'd be wiser just to worry about money
Maybe better things to worry about
But I've heard it all before
I don't wanna hear the news no more
I should probably say I wanna be seeing my parents or fixing the economy
But I've heard it all before
I don't wanna hear the news no more
Kinda feels like you forgot about the kids
Well not that anybody asks
But let me tell you how it is
I miss the stupid shit
When I stand eye to eye with a stranger and not even think of it
When I dance with no room left for Jesus with people I've never met
And I'm obsessed
With memories of first dates and handshakes and wishing I hadn't run into my ex
I don't know what happens next
Miss the 2am texts
Mmm
Honest, I just couldn't give a
If I'm honest, I just think I've had enough and I
Miss the life I had before
I don't wanna hear the news no more
I ain't gonna keep pretending it doesn't really matter to me if I can't
Hold you like I did before
I don't wanna hear the news no more
Kinda feels like you forgot about the kids
Well not that anybody asks
But let me tell you how it is
I miss the stupid shit
When I stand eye to eye with a stranger and not even think of it
When I dance with no room left for Jesus with people I've never met
And I'm obsessed
With memories of first dates and handshakes and wishing I hadn't run into my ex
I don't know what happens next
It's hard to keep pretending this is living
When I don't feel alive
All you can do is use the cards you're given
But I'm not gonna lie
I miss the stupid shit
When I stand eye to eye with a stranger and not even think of it
When I dance with no room left for Jesus with people I've never met
And I'm obsessed
With memories of first dates and handshakes and wishing I hadn't run into my ex
I miss the stupid shit
When I stand eye to eye with a stranger and not even think of it
When I dance with no room left for Jesus with people I've never met
And I'm obsessed
With memories of first dates and handshakes and wishing I hadn't run into my ex
Don't know what happens next
Miss the 2am texts
I'll miss what happens next
Miss the 2am texts