Miss You

Miss You (Explicit) - Louis Tomlinson (路易斯·湯姆林森)

Written by：Richard Boardman/Louis Tomlinson/Andrew Haas/Pablo Bowman/Ian Franzino/Julian Bunetta/Asia Whitacre

Is it my imagination

Is it something that I'm taking

All the smiles that I'm faking

Everything is great

Everything is f**king great

Going out every weekend

Staring at the stars or the ceiling

Hollywood friends got to see them

Such a good time

I believe it this time

Tuesday night

Glazed over eyes

Just one more pint or five

Does it even matter anyway

We're dancing on tables

Till I'm off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn't get better they say

We're singing 'till last call

And it's all out of tune

Should be laughing but there's something wrong

And it hits you when the lights go on

Sh*t maybe I miss you

Just like that and I'm sober

I'm asking myself Is it over

Maybe I was lying when I told you

Everything is great

Everything is f**king great

And all of these thoughts and the feeling

Doesn't matter if you don't need them

I've been checking my phone all evening

Such a good time

I believe it this time

Tuesday night

Glazed over eyes

Just one more pint or five

Does it even matter anyway

We're dancing on tables

Till I'm off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn't get better they say

We're singing till last call

And it's all out of tune

Should be laughing but there's something wrong

And it hits you when the lights go on

Sh*t maybe I miss you

Now I'm asking my friends if I should say I'm sorry

They say Lad give it time there's no need to worry

And we can't even be near the phone now

And I can't even be with you alone now

Oh how sh*t changes

We were in love

Now we're strangers

When I feel it coming up I just throw that sh*t away

Get another two shots and it doesn't matter anyway

We're dancing on tables

Till I'm off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn't get better they say

We're singing till last call

And it's all out of tune

Should be laughing but there's something wrong

And it hits you when the lights go on

We're dancing on tables

Till I'm off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn't get better they say

We're singing till last call

And it's all out of tune

Should be laughing but there's something wrong

And it hits you when the lights go on

Sh*t maybe I'll miss you