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Miss Miss U
02:57
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We hardly ever have good days anymore
I can’t remember a time before the war
You were dropping bombs and leaving me on read
For a while I was turning the other cheek
But when you told me that was weak
I decided I would fight right back instead
Now we’re both mishearing what each other said
And it seems like
You’re really only into me these days
When I’m somewhere else
Or you’re far away
Cuz you’re Miss Miss You uh huh
That’s right I wanna kiss you uh huh
But the only time you’re into it
Is when I’m on the road
Cuz you’re Miss Miss You uh huh
And babe I can’t resist you, uh huh
So I come right back thinking “damn I missed her”
Cuz I’m Mister I Missed You Too
You take granted the friends you lose
Well if sadness is what you choose
Then I can’t dry both our tears at the same time
When I try to hold you, you push away
And I wonder should I go or should I stay,
If you’re only gonna want me back down the line
Once I catch my breath and start feeling fine
And it seems like
You’re really only into me these days
When I’m somewhere else
Or you’re far away
Cuz you’re Miss Miss You uh huh
That’s right I wanna kiss you uh huh
But the only time you’re into it
Is when I’m on the road
Cuz you’re Miss Miss You uh huh
And babe I can’t resist you, uh huh
So I come right back thinking “damn I missed her”
Cuz I’m Mister I Missed You Too
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Empty Picture Frames
03:50
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You open the drawer where you keep the memories
Car spitting exhaust, you watch her go
For the first time in a while you’re all alone
The desk’s filled up with lavender, staining the letters she
Wrote to you about a love that would never change
But there’s holes in the wall and empty picture frames
Ticket stubs from Navy Pier, tax returns from last year
When it was hard just to leave the house
Before your sunny dream was overrun by clouds
Habit makes you say hello even though nobody’s home
No one to talk to, no one to call your name
But you know they’re listening, the empty picture frames
Don’t they have stories to tell?
They’ve really seen it all
The rise and the fall
They’ve held the portrait of her eyes
A new love burning sweet
And the cracking of a love gone dry
Your gut and your heart were saying two different things
The tug-of-war pulled you out of here and now
But she believed in you when you forgot how
When everything’s packed up and you both can stretch your wings
The photo’s gone but the thought of her remains
She’ll always be there, in her empty picture frames
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Luke Frees Chicago, Illinois
I'm a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, performer, and producer living in Chicago. My songs are melodic and have a strong emphasis on narratives, with lyrics that often tell a story.
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