Thursday morning
Walking H Street in the rain
When you occupy my brain
Without warning

We had a bite at Sticky Rice
Smokin' a cig in city lights
Hide and go seek with our feelings
You left me weak
And I'm still healing

Habit forming
Still addicted to your perfume
And the laundry list of issues
I'm ignoring
Fire burning

We had a bite at Sticky Rice
Little Miss Whiskey's DJ night
Hide and go seek with our feelings
You look so happy
And I'm still healing

We'd watch a couple TV shows
Get underneath each other's clothes
That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
I just kinda miss it
A lot

We had a bite at Sticky Rice
Smokin' a cig in city lights
That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
I just kinda miss it

That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
I just kinda miss you

That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
But I kinda miss it

That was back then
Things are different
And that's ok
I just kinda miss it