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Already Miss You
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My Epistles: Miamians I’ve been staring at the driveway where your taillights used to glow,
Where we’d talk about forever like we really didn’t know.
Now the quiet hits me harder than the truth I’m walking through—
You ain’t even gone an hour, and I already miss you.
I’ve been trying to play it tougher, but the cracks keep showing through,
’Cause every breath I’m taking winds me right back into you.
I thought I’d handle distance like a man is supposed to do—
But you ain’t even gone an hour… and I already miss you.
I still hear your laughter drifting like a song across the room,
Still feel your hand inside my jacket on those nights beneath the moon.
I keep telling myself time will help me loosen up this hold,
But every mile you’re driving feels like losing part of my soul.
I’ve been trying to play it tougher, but the cracks keep showing through,
’Cause every breath I’m taking winds me right back into you.
I thought I’d handle distance like a man is supposed to do—
But you ain’t even gone an hour… and I already miss you.
Maybe love is just a wildfire that don’t care what it burns,
Maybe letting go is something no one ever really learns.
All I know is when you’re leaving, every heartbeat feels brand new—
Like it’s learning how to live again without the rest of you.
I’ve been trying to play it tougher, but the cracks keep showing through,
’Cause every breath I’m taking winds me right back into you.
I thought I’d handle distance like a man is supposed to do—
But you ain’t even gone an hour… and I already miss you.
Yeah… I already miss you.
