not a day goes by
that i dont miss you.
no, scratch that,
not a second goes by
that i dont miss you.
i know you're not who you used to be,
you're not who i fell in love with.
i hear so much about you,
how you got that new girlfriend,
how you loved her,
how she broke your heart,
and how you came running back to me.
its funny,
because i know im like your bootycall.
but i dont care,
because having a piece of you is
way better than having no piece at all.
