Miss My Calls

I could write you a song, I could bring you flowers, but you wouldn't care I told you I would never let you go It was Monday morning I called you up, you left me on air What tells you that he will be the one You're gonna miss my calls Our Sunday drive Our moonlight meetups And those hot summer nights You're gonna miss my calls My lips and my breath My hands on your waist When we kiss They told me he bought you a drink on South Street, started this affair We could share a laugh and I would make you smile I saw your insta and now I miss ya, love's just not fair It's so clear, he just doesn't care You're gonna miss my calls Our Sunday drive Our moonlight meetups And those hot summer nights You're gonna miss my calls My lips and my breath My hands on your waist When we kiss You're gonna miss my calls Our Sunday drive Our moonlight meetups And those hot summer nights You're gonna miss my calls My lips and my breath My hands on your waist When we kiss