You stayed in that small town I kept chasing the train Was it betrayal, or a path? I still ask your name We were all scraped knees And thrift-store summer light Now your texts come slow Like rain against the screen Do you still miss me Do you still miss me I miss your hand in mine Do you still miss me Do you still miss me We were young for a time You never wanted towers You wanted your old street back The bakery on Sundays The park with the cracked-up track I thought I was leaving first I thought I'd come back clean But every new room I sleep in Still smells like seventeen Do you still miss me Do you still miss me I miss your hand in mine Do you still miss me Do you still miss me Do you still miss me Do you still miss me We were young for a time Maybe you chose the quiet Maybe I chose the fall Maybe we split the same heart And called it growing tall I don't want to be right I don't want to be mad I just want our old laughter To come back like it has Do you still miss me Do you still miss me I miss your hand in mine Do you still miss me Do you still miss me We were young for a time Do you still miss me Do you still miss me Stay a little while Do you still miss me Do you still miss me Before we split that light Stay a little while
