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Miss You | Louis Tomlinson

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 fucking great"
          	  And all of these thoughts and the feelings
          	  Cheers to that 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
          	  And I'm off my face
          	  With all of my people
          	  And it couldn't get better they say
          	  We're singing 'til last call
          	  And it's all out of tune
          	  Should be laughing, but there's something wrong
          	  And it hits me when the lights go on
          	  Shit, maybe I miss you (yeah)
          	  Now I'm asking my friends how to say, "I'm sorry"
          	  They say, "Lad, give it time, there's no need to worry"
          	  And we can't even be on the phone now
          	  And I can't even be with you alone now
          	  Oh, how shit changes
          	  We were in love, now we're strangers
          	  When I feel it coming up, I just throw it all away
          	  Get another two shots 'cause it doesn't matter anyway
          	  We're dancing on tables
          	  And I'm off my face
          	  With all of my people
          	  And it couldn't get better they say
          	  We're singing 'til last call
          	  And it's all out of tune
          	  Should be laughing, but there's something wrong
          	  And it hits me when the lights go on
          	  We're dancing on tables
          	  And I'm off my face
          	  With all of my people
          	  And it couldn't get better they say
          	  We're singing 'til last call
          	  And it's all out of tune
          	  Should be laughing, but there's something wrong
          	  And it hits me when the lights go on
          	  Shit, maybe I miss you

Is it my imagination?
          	  Is it something that I'm taking?
          	  All the smiles that I'm faking
          	  "Everything is great
          	  Everything is fucking great"
          	  Going out every weekend
          	  Staring at the stars on the ceiling
          	  Hollywood friends, gotta 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
          	  And I'm off my face
          	  With all of my people
          	  And it couldn't get better they say
          	  We're singing 'til last call
          	  And it's all out of tune
          	  Should be laughing, but there's something wrong
          	  And it hits me when the lights go on
          	  Shit, maybe I miss you