Lyrics by Steven R. Drennon, ©️ 2025 Lyrics may not be remixed, used as prompts for AI, or otherwise reproduced without consent. Please check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@firstep3 I miss the smell of your perfume, And how it lingered in my room. That old T-shirt still smells like you. It keeps my nights from feelin' so blue. I miss your laugh, that soft, sweet tone, the way we'd talk when we're alone. It doesn't matter what I do, my world feels empty without you. I miss Mama in the Sunday pew, driving to church, takin' in the view. I miss my dog howling all night long, when I'm tryin' to write a new song. I miss the games every Friday night, I miss the bar and the neon lights. When I think back on things like this, it's always you that I really miss. I miss the way you'd steal my hat, then wear it sideways and laugh at that. I miss the way your fingers trace the lines of time upon my face. I miss the way you made me hot, the way your kiss always hit the spot. In every thought I ever knew, it all comes back to lovin' you. I miss Mama in the Sunday pew, driving to church, takin' in the view. I miss my dog howling all night long, when I'm tryin' to write a new song. I miss the games every Friday night, I miss the bar and the neon lights. When I think back on things like this, it's always you that I really miss. It's funny how the smallest things remind me of the joy they bring. No matter what I'm goin' through, my thoughts always come back to you. I miss Mama in the Sunday pew, driving to church, takin' in the view. I miss my dog howling all night long, when I'm tryin' to write a new song. I miss the games every Friday night, I miss the bar and the neon lights. When I think back on things like this, it's always you that I really miss.
