The Strangest Ways

I miss the way your pale skin turns that deathly shade of blue

In the TV light

Late at night

Or is it green?

Anyway, you know what I mean

I mean I miss the way you leave your keys out lying on the floor

For me to find

With my bare feet or my behind

I miss the way it feels to pass the minutes halfway down the stairs

While you're standing at the mirror making last minute repairs

I miss the way that you make me feel

And all the silly things that make our love so real

And though I know it may not seem like the height of praise

For whatever it's worth

I miss you in the strangest ways

I miss the way I find your hair in everything I own

From the bathroom sink

To every glass from which I drink

And yes, I miss the way you pick out all the mushrooms from your food

And then patiently wait

To try to sneak them on my plate

I miss the way you always call me a "big dooty" when you cuss

And I miss the way you snore so much I often miss my bus

I miss the way that you make me feel

And all the silly things that make our love so real

And though I know it may not seem like the height of praise

For whatever it's worth

I miss you in the strangest ways

I miss the way you always answer every, "Can I?" with, "You may."

And I miss how when you hold me I can see your roots are gray

I miss the way that you make me feel

And all the silly things that make our love so real

And though I know it may not seem like the height of praise

For whatever it's worth, I miss you in the strangest ways

And I'm feeling as blue

As you look when I watch TV with you