Romance
4. Metasonica Lyrics

I miss the whip, I miss the ball and chain
I miss the control you had over me, even when it was painful and restricting

I miss checking in at least 30 times a day
I miss the constant need to keep tabs on you, even if it drove me crazy

I miss your whining and I miss your moan
I miss your complaints and your need for attention, even if it annoyed me at times

I miss always wishing that you were gone
I miss the constant inner struggle of wanting to be rid of you, but not being able to let go

So, baby, please come home
Despite everything, I still want you back in my life

I miss wet shoulders, and I miss you crying
I miss being there to comfort you, even if it meant wiping away your tears

I miss you in the morning after too much wine
I miss waking up next to you, even if it was after a night of drinking

I miss you sober and I miss you stoned
I miss you in all your different states, even if they were less than ideal

I sit at this bar and drink like I’m married
I drink like I'm tied down to someone, even though I'm alone

I’m falling so far with too much to be carried
I'm spiraling out of control with too much emotional baggage

I can barely crawl, like I got some fever
I can barely function, like I'm sick with some kind of fever

But no pain at all, except in my liver
I may not feel emotional pain, but I'm damaging my physical health

And even that might start to subside
Even my physical pain could begin to heal

If I could drown you out of my mind
If I could forget about you and move on

Then I’d pretend that I’m still alive
Then I could go on living, even if it's just an act

I miss the fighting for hours on the phone
I miss the intense arguments we used to have, even if they left us drained