I, I miss my boy
Yes I really do
And I truly wish I didn't
But it's true
We just said goodbye
At my front door
And I feel like I hardly see you anymore
Well, it's usually once a week
So I said half-jokingly, "call in sick"
But you never do
I'm sorry we didn't fuck this time around
And I'm sorry we had to sleep in
I'm sorry you opened my phone this time around
And I'm sorry that I messaged him
I'm sorry I spend the whole time when you're around
Just wondering 'bout the next time you're in
Yes I do
It's only 'cause I really miss you
I'm standing with my back against the wall
Now I'm waiting for you to call
I'd do anything to be in your arms again
And I wish you didn't live so fucking far away from me
I miss my boy
I miss my boy
I miss my boy, I
I miss my boy
I miss my boy
I miss my boy
I miss my boy, I
I miss my boy