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Miss You Lyrics by Louis Tomlinson

Is it my imagination?
Is it something that I’m taking?
All the smiles that I’m faking
“Everything is great
Everything is f**king great”

Going out every weekend
Staring at the stars or the ceiling
Hollywood friends, got to see them
Such a good time
I believe it this time

Tuesday night
Glazed over eyes
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?

We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing ‘till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Sh*t, maybe I miss you

Just like that and I’m sober
I’m asking myself, “Is it over?”
Maybe I was lying when I told you
“Everything is great
Everything is f**king great”

And all of these thoughts and the feeling
Doesn’t matter if you don’t need them
I’ve been checking my phone all evening
Such a good time
I believe it this time

Tuesday night
Glazed over eyes
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?

We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Sh*t, maybe I miss you

Now I’m asking my friends if I should say “I’m sorry”
They say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry”
I can’t even be near the phone now
I can’t even be with you alone now

Oh how, sh*t changes
We were in love
Now, we’re strangers
When I feel it coming up I just throw that sh*t away
Get another two shots and it doesn’t matter anyway

We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on

We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Sh*t, maybe I’ll miss you

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