Miss Missing You

Distance was my closest friend
Now my closest friend is you
Sounds funny but I wonder
If I don’t miss
Missing you
Missing you

You’re not here
You’re there
But still
Sitting on those stairs
You’re inside
You’re everywhere
I used to [C7]miss your breath
Your breast
Those long [Am]leg of yours
And I used to [C7]miss
Knocking at your door
And I used to [C7]miss saying
Bonjour ma belle with a smile
But I never missed saying goodbye

Distance was [Am7]my [A]closest friend
Now my [A]closest friend is you [A7
Sounds funny but I wonder
If I don’t miss

Missing you [A7

Late down in the late dark
I drew our bodies
With a bit of smoke
And lots of memories
While the perfume
On your pyjama slowly fades
And it turns to [C7]that cold cigarette smell

Like the sheets of my [A]bed
I used to [C7]miss your breath
Your breast
Those long [Am]leg of yours
I used to [C7]miss
Knocking at your door
I used to [C7]miss saying
Ma chérie, shall [Em]we go
But i never missed saying « dijo »

Distance was [Am7]my [A]closest friend
Now my [A]closest friend is you [A7
Sounds funny but I wonder
If I don’t miss
Missing you [A7

Thinking about it I still do