Miss You Still
 作词 : Simón Lam/Tomas Gaynor/Ben Lee
 作曲 : Simón Lam/Tomas Gaynor/Ben Lee
 Well, you're pretty as pic, that's all I know
 Your friends said don't, but it's not a vote
 Said I'm here now, tomorrow, I don't know
 Grabbed you to dance, lost in the strobes
 Went to my hotel, both in the robes
 Like I'm Julian's friend, I'm in with the strokes
 Lust to a crush, now it's just dust
 And we don't even talk that much
 'Cause you got in my head too easy
 Like a satellite beam to the TV
 I got a history of doing projection
 You got a history of loving attention, did I mention?
 It hurt a lil bit, but I'll live with the sting
 Don't come with a limp or your limb in a sling
 Just focus on work, business thing
 No love but I'll let visitors in
 Everyone told me the house was on fire
 But I had to get burned before I got wise
 But if you came round to the crib tonight
 Even Superman got his kryptonite
 And I want a TV embrace
 I said it was no big deal
 But it ain't true 'cause I miss you still
 And I, I'm getting off your boiling plate
 Lately, I feel so ill
 Maybe it's true that I miss you, miss you
 They swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream and then be gone
 I wish I could say that everyone was wrong
 When you told me you were in uni
 But you only go Friday and Tuesday
 Took you out for a dinner and a movie
 You gotta pay half, cough it up like a loogie
 Mall sushi, it could have been Nobu
 Just because I was getting to know you
 Even told you 'bout things that I go through
 But you told everybody, that's so rude
 Now back you're to the boys in the boat shoes
 Boat shoes, these TNS
 Your first car was a brand-new BM
 Now I only come 'round in the PM
 After I nut, it's just like Ambien
 Everyone told me it wasn't a match
 But it's all burning down, so what about that?
 Everyone told me it wasn't a fit
 But you're so damn fit, I wasn't worried 'bout shit
 And I want a TV embrace
 I said it was no big deal
 But it ain't true 'cause I miss you still
 And I, I'm getting off your boiling plate
 Lately, I feel so ill
 Maybe it's true that I miss you, miss you
 They swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream and then be gone
 I wish I could say that everyone was wrong