Oh and how to miss   Oh how I missed you for those days   And months   And years   And eons as you floated past the stars   And I wonder what you’re doing   As I sat there in my room   On my computer   Looking up the kind of pics   That made me miss the way   We used to walk along the riverbed   And sing those songs off the top of our heads   As you wrote and fought away into space   With all the racers   As you sat in backseat chasers   Camping fireworks   And drinking with your friends   In the tents   Having sex with double boys   Oh double joys!   With both your hands filled   Sliding down the icy slopes   And skiing through the river spokes   Up the mountain   Down the hope   And I happened to miss you then.   Oh how the trees missed you then!   And the songs we sang missed your head!   And how I called your phone   But luckily it was dead   So I sat alone.   You were not alone   No, you weren’t by yourself   But you were in a crowd of people   And your mind was living hell   And back again to campout in the woods   With former friends   Who said they’d do you   Lots of good   And he was keen to give you head   But and I thought that you went down   To the mountainside   To that quiet, slow ravine   It was a dream.      And oh and oh to miss!   What a terrible thing,   To diss you,   And I feel your fingertips   And even though I feel their lips   Upon your side   I still find time to miss,   Time to miss your sweetest kiss   And how you walked away.