
I fucking miss you, and I miss myself
I miss thinking that we were indestructible as hell
I miss chilling by the pier cave and kicking back
With Callum, Hugo, Justin, Saga, Stevie, and the fuckin' lads
I miss missing that, I numbed myself to close the gap
I never even call 'em up, the distance is my plaster cast
To tell the truth, the day you jumped my childhood jumped too
But I still can’t find the anger, all I find is missing you
Man, I miss you, with all my rhymes
