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