Miss You

Miss You
Is it my imagination?
Is it something that I’m taking?
All the smiles that I’m faking
“Everything is great
Everything is fuc*** great”

Going out every weekend
Staring at the stars or the ceiling
Hollywood friends, got to see them
Such a good time
I believe it this time
Tuesday night
Glazed over eyes
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?
We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say
We’re singing ‘till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I miss you
Just like that and I’m sober
I’m asking myself, “Is it over?”
Maybe I was lying when I told you
“Everything is great
Everything is fuc*** great”
And all of these thoughts and the feeling
Doesn’t matter if you don’t need them
I’ve been checking my phone all evening
Such a good time
I believe it this time

Tuesday night
Glazed over eyes
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?
We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say
We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I miss you
Now I’m asking my friends if I should say “I’m sorry”
They say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry”
I can’t even be near the phone now
I can’t even be with you alone now
Oh how, shit changes
We were in love
Now, we’re strangers
When I feel it coming up I just throw that shit away
Get another two shots and it doesn’t matter anyway
We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say
We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I’ll miss you
En esta canción, Louis Tomlinson reflexiona sobre la sensación de fingir estar bien cuando realmente extraña a alguien importante en su vida. Describe cómo se sumerge en la vida nocturna, saliendo los fines de semana con amigos y disfrutando de la fiesta, pero cuando la diversión termina y las luces se encienden, se da cuenta de que aún siente la ausencia de esa persona...