Feelings that I hide.

Ties.

You drank last night and your thoughts were far from sober.
I regret cutting our ties, but I think you wanted it too.
I'll miss singing you my favorite tunes and you laughing too.
I drank too, but I was sober enough to want to call you.

Hearing your voice, like I used to do before going to sleep.
I'll miss your lips against mine and riding shotgun with you.
I wish you would've called me, telling me how you miss me.
Because it's been just one day and I can't stop missing you.