I remember all those small things,
that we used to do.
you'd lay awake and rub my back
I'd steal the laces from your shoes.
There's thoughts left in my mind
that I'll never understand
like I'd never take you anywhere
and I never held your hand.

Or how I'd fall asleep at night
and be so unaware
of your soft breath left on my neck
...your fingers through my hair
and how I used to kiss those lips;
incapable of lies.
But most of all I think I'll miss,
those sweet, soft bedroom eyes.