Thrill.

The miss you taking away my breaths,
And I'd hold you by your cheeks,
'Breathe, baby breathe.'
The way you'd freak out, maybe I miss that.
The way you yell and scream,
In anger and agony,
I just silence your world,
I hold you tight,
Maybe I miss you needing me,
Maybe I just miss you missing me.
I miss you,

I've made things stay the same,
Since I've missed you,
Since the last time you held my hand,
I'm still here, where you were,
Where we were, where we were us,
A few hours without you,
And it feels like I've been here,
Longer than I've known you,
And a lifetime ago,
When you held my hand and walked away,
I've missed you more and more each day.

I miss the thrill,
Whenever you had something coming,
I closed my eyes,
I felt your lips on my cheeks,
But I closed my eyes,
I felt your arms around my neck,
Maybe I miss waiting for you,
Around the corner,
And here I am still,
Waiting for you, since a lifetime,
Maybe I miss feeling needed.
Maybe I miss holding you.
I miss the thrill.

The thrill of loving you.