All of my mouth was kissing him
Now, into the air, I am missing him
Is this excess texting a blessing?
Two music nerds obsessing

I taught my heart to do more than miss him
Trained it to beat a less desperate rhythm
Now my heart has gone rogue, it prefers longing
So, I'll sit here and pretend that you're close to me

But I don't have enough clothes to dress all of the people I've become
When you're kissing me, when you're kissing me
Is that why you stay gone, you don't want me to stress?
But you're blissing me, you're blissing me