Things I Miss The Most

I don't mind the quiet

Or the lonely nights

I don't miss the funky attitudes

And I don't miss the fights

I lie on the couch 'til suppertime

And hunker down and read the

PostAnd that's when

I remember the things

I miss the most:

The talkThe ***

Somebody to trust

The Audi T

TThe house on the

VineyardThe house on the

Gulf Coast

These are the things

I miss the most

I kinda like frying up

My sad cuisine

Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine

Sometimes in the corner of my eye

I see that adorable ghost

And then ba-boom

I remember the things

I miss the most

The talkThe ***

Somebody to trust

The comfy

Eames chair

The good copper pans

The '54 Strat

These are the things

I miss the most

I had a little birdy friend

By morning she was gone

Birdie good-bye

Birdie bye bye

I'm learning how to meditate

So far so good

I'm building the

Andrea Doria out of balsa wood

The days really don't last forever

But it's getting pretty damn close

And that's when

I remember the things

I miss the most

The talkThe ***

Somebody to trust

The Audi T

TThe house on the

VineyardThe house on the

Gulf Coast

These are the things

I miss the most