I Miss the Things

I miss the things you used to say to me I miss the way you used to look at me And how you were mine You've changed your mind I miss the way you used to lean on me I miss the way your voice could change with me And how I was yours How I was yours You won't remember You'll know how to stop You let it go You let me go I miss the things I miss the things I miss the thing I miss the way But, most of all, just you