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 you   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