I miss her more than I ever thought I could.
I’m halfway home when I make an abrupt u-turn, and race back to the freeway.
I don’t even need to listen to the last half of her message.
I need to see her, feel her, love her.
I miss her.
I miss her more than I ever thought I could.
I’m halfway home when I make an abrupt u-turn, and race back to the freeway.
I don’t even need to listen to the last half of her message.
I need to see her, feel her, love her.
I miss her.