Letras

I miss those baseball games
Me and my cousin played
Up in the morning
We'd run all day
I miss those teenage years
Not a care in the world
Showing off in the hallway
Checking out all the girls
But I miss you
Most of all
I keep on staring
At that phone on the wall
I cry
All night long
Cause I miss you
Most of all
I miss my grandma
She was my best friend
And I watched her suffer
Right up to the end
I miss those Sundays
When nobody worked
We all gave god
The respect he deserves
But I miss you
Most of all
I keep on staring
At that phone on the wall
I cry
All night long
Cause I miss you
Most of all
Yeah I miss you
Most of all
I keep on staring
At that phone on the wall
I cry
All night long
Cause I miss you
Most of all
Written by: Michael Monroe Goodman
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