Selfish

I don't you miss you per se I miss your embrace Your nails in my back and the smile on your face The look in your eyes The effortless lies My lips on your neck and the scars on your thighs The gifts and the flowers The kisses and showers The cocktails and Prozacs and make-outs for hours You could call me selfish Call me what you please I want you to be happy But not without me You could call me selfish Call me what you please I want you to be happy But not without me I don't know what I want I don't know what I want I miss all the ways In which you would say You loved me and needed me everyday The dates and the trips The taste of your lips Your hands in my hair and the sway of your hips But now that you're gone The memories are not And I know it's not fair but I hope that you rot You could call me selfish Call me what you please I want you to be happy But not without me You could call me selfish Call me what you please I want you to be happy But not without me You could call me selfish Call me what you please I want you to be happy But not without me You could call me selfish Call me what you please I want you to be happy But not without me You could call me selfish Call me what you please I want you to be happy But not without me You could call me selfish Call me what you please I want you to be happy But not without me I don't know what I want I don't know what I want I don't know what I want I don't know