The sun coming up
Seems to agree
With our moods
Slow with world
Slow with the world, on our finger tips
And still we'll wish that we had something more to miss
When you leave for the east, ill stay to the west

Dont expect me to miss you
Yeah, dont expect me to miss you

We called ourselves miles, we let ourselvs dream
But dreams only come when we sleep
We've got thousands of miles, with states in between
I beg for you to forget me, just to let you be

Dont expect me to miss
Yeah, dont expect me to miss you

My bed gets sick of your body
Like the moon gets sick of the stars
If im going down ill take the whole damn town down

Dont expect me to miss you
Yeah dont expect me to miss you
The sun coming up
Seems to agree
With our moods