Old Times

I miss the old tricks
I miss my old me around the old you
I miss the talks, I miss the mistery
I miss the flirting and the loving/hating scenario
I miss the soft, yet brief, contact of our hands
On our last night
I miss your eyes piercing mine across the patio
How you would say my name like it was always a surprise
You would say, "I'd come over right now if you'd just let me"
And I'd say it's to late for us now
I miss complaining about the pain you caused me
There was no pain, I confess, you just didn't love me
I begged for you to fool me all the time
Didn't I? Again and again...