Thursday morning
Walking H Street in the rain
When you occupy my brain
Without warning
We had a bite at Sticky Rice
Smokin' a cig in city lights
Hide and go seek with our feelings
You left me weak
And I'm still healing
Habit forming
Still addicted to your perfume
And the laundry list of issues
I'm ignoring
Fire burning
We had a bite at Sticky Rice
Little Miss Whiskey's DJ night
Hide and go seek with our feelings
You look so happy
And I'm still healing
We'd watch a couple TV shows
Get underneath each other's clothes
That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
I just kinda miss it
A lot
We had a bite at Sticky Rice
Smokin' a cig in city lights
That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
I just kinda miss it
That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
I just kinda miss you
That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
But I kinda miss it
That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
I just kinda miss it
