(no subject)
I miss the way you would sleep in on a sunday
I miss the way you would tap your fingers on the steering wheel when a good song would come on
I miss the way you would turn up Queen really loud
I miss that old Leather chair in the lounge room
I miss the way you would iron our uniforms with Crisp
I miss the way you would always know when we got into the chocolate biscuits
I miss the way you raised us by yourself
I miss the smell of your car
I miss the hugs that I would get
I miss being called Roos
I miss the way you would make your coffee in those old mugs
I miss hearing about the skydives that you had done
I miss the way you would look in your Army uniform
I miss your old Ugg Boots
I miss the pile of books that you were always reading
All the things I thought would always be there... arent any more.
I miss the way you would tap your fingers on the steering wheel when a good song would come on
I miss the way you would turn up Queen really loud
I miss that old Leather chair in the lounge room
I miss the way you would iron our uniforms with Crisp
I miss the way you would always know when we got into the chocolate biscuits
I miss the way you raised us by yourself
I miss the smell of your car
I miss the hugs that I would get
I miss being called Roos
I miss the way you would make your coffee in those old mugs
I miss hearing about the skydives that you had done
I miss the way you would look in your Army uniform
I miss your old Ugg Boots
I miss the pile of books that you were always reading
All the things I thought would always be there... arent any more.