I miss you Every morning, every night How I wish you, would wake up and see my side 'Cause I'm back home in Canada, thinking how you'd fit here Singing with my father, playing his guitars and driving to the cottage Holding on to august seeing you were ready, and you didn't understand And I miss you Every sunday afternoon 'Cause we used to take a chug to Malibu And I'm missing you from Canada Keeping up my silence Thinking if I'm quiet you might find your senses Feeling all the distance show up at my doorstep Interrupt our dinner and tell me you were wrong And I am not staying quiet to punish you, no I just thought I might need less, or I love you And I miss you every time I hear your name 'Cause I'm used to how it looks and sounds and tastes And I am sitting here in Silverlake, running through our memories Driving to the desert, climbing snowcased mountains I know you're drinking whisky And I know you must miss me Turning to a memory right before your eyes And I am not staying quiet to punish you I just thought I might need less, or I love you And I am not staying quiet to punish you, no I just thought I might need less, or I love you