I miss your energy, your add
I miss your fears, the souvenirs
I miss your sweet taste
You laughed hysterically
I miss your grace and your flexibility
I miss the nights, the frantic pace
I miss the consequences, the price to pay
Oh, I miss Paris
Pornography
Your charge on me
I miss the way you used to love me
But there was not enough space for you, I couldn’t find any place for you
Now it’s too late
Room key
Bed sheets
Intimacy
Drum beat
Handstand
Shark Tank
Gold ring
Was that our last drink

I miss your galaxy, your poetry
I lost my t-shirt, I miss the hurt
I miss your face, I miss the chase
I miss your crazy
I miss the way you used to love
The way you used to love
I miss the way you used to