Don't Miss Your Lover
Simon Joyner Lyrics

I believe in love, she said, but her knuckles were white
She professed her faith in love, but the intensity of her emotions had made her grip tight and her knuckles turned white.

Electricity shot through her bones like a fuse flows through dynamite
She was electrified, just like a dynamite being lit and exploding with a spark.

What I mean to say is she was one of those people who are alive
She was one of those few people who are truly alive and present in the moment.

who reach out every day just to tell you in some way that you’re blind
She was the kind of person who would remind you every day in some way that you might be blinded by your beliefs, expectations or fears.

I doubted her mouth and returned to my vagrant repose
I didn't trust what she said and went back to my aimless wandering and restless lifestyle.

I closed my eyes then imagined the wind stealing her clothes
I shut my eyes and pictured how the wind would undress and expose her nakedness and vulnerability to me.

but when they were gone it was like staring out through a window
Once she was gone, I felt empty and hollow, just like looking out of a window with nothing there to see but a void.

so I boarded the door and kept checking my horizon for holes
I shut myself up and barricaded against the world, but I kept looking for a way out to escape my isolation and insecurity.

But doom is the sound of the rug being cut into two
Disaster strikes when you least expect it, just like the sound of a rug being abruptly cut or ripped apart.

The dance drained, the bed changed and I’m not different, I’m new
The passion faded, the bed became cold and empty, and I realized that I was not the same person anymore, but a transformed and renewed one.

Just don’t touch me in the places that are still black and blue
I still have unhealed wounds and scars that I don't want to expose or reveal to anyone.

and remember it don’t matter if you miss your lover if she don’t miss you
It's pointless to pine for someone if they don't reciprocate your feelings or care about you anymore.

If I leave tomorrow, I swear I won’t remember today
I'm not attached to the present or the past, and I won't regret or reminisce if I decide to leave and move on.

The sun dressed up in his bright best colored papier mache
The sun shone and looked its best, like wearing a colorful and festive paper mache outfit.

and the trees waving goodbye while the ground paved the way
The trees were waving in the breeze, as if saying farewell to me, while the ground was paving the way for a new journey or adventure.

for you and your eyes open wide and walking away
For you who are open-minded and optimistic, and moving on from this place with confidence and curiosity.