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Call In Sick

I, I miss my boy
Yes I really do
And I truly wish I didn’t
But it’s true

We just said goodbye
At my front door
I feel like I hardly see you anymore
Well, it’s usually once a week
So I said half-jokingly to call in sick
But you never do

I’m sorry we didn’t fuck this time around
And I’m sorry we had to sleep in
I’m sorry you opened my phone this time around
And I’m sorry that I messaged him
I’m sorry I spend the whole time when you’re around 
Just wondering ‘bout the next time your in
Yes I do
It’s only ‘cause I really miss you

I’m standing with my back against the wall
I’m waiting for you to call
I’d do anything to be in your arms again
And I wish you didn’t live so fucking far away from me

I miss my boy
I miss my boy
I miss my boy, I
I miss my boy

I miss my boy
I miss my boy
I miss my boy, I
I miss my boy