I miss f#&king you. I miss f#&king yo...

I miss f#&king you.

I miss f#&king you, Davey. And I don’t mean all the time. And I don’t mean, like, when I’m f#&king someone else I wish it was you. But I miss it. When there’s a song, you know. And it’s ironic, I know, given how little f#&king we did the last couple years. But it’s true. Sometimes. And not just the f#&king. My feet hurt ‘cause you’re not here to rub them. And I miss being pissed off ‘cause you’re not at home. And I miss wishing you were. And I’m not sure that it matters, you know. But I miss it. And before you go all putting your pants on and going, you should know it. So... I had a good time last night, is all I’m saying.