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Olivia Holt – Do You Miss Me

I wanna ask you if it’s easy sleeping in that bed
I wanna ask you how you’re feeling next to her instead
I wanna know if you found closure somewhere deep inside your head
I wanna ask you do you miss me, oh, na, na, na, na, na, na
I wanna ask you do you miss me

The way I could take it down
When your mind was willing’ out
I wish that I could hold you now, yeah
I don’t know we let it go
I guess we thought we’d feel a little less alone
We break fast and we heal slow

Did you know I, I, I, I, I think about you every night still, babe?
And there’s nothing I can say or do
‘Cause it’s all my, my, my fault, I let you down, I let you slip away
And there’s so much left to say to you, yeah

I wanna ask you if it’s easy sleeping in that bed
I wanna ask you how you’re feeling next to her instead
I wanna know if you found closure somewhere deep inside your head
I wanna ask you do you miss me, oh, na, na, na, na, na, na
I wanna ask you do you miss me

Someone’s gotta say it first
Would you you swear to God that you’re happier?
I can take it if the truth hurts, yeah

Did you know I, I, I, I, I think about you every night still, babe?
And there’s nothing I can say or do
‘Cause it’s all my, my, my fault, I let you down, I let you slip away
And there’s so much left to say to you, yeah

I wanna ask you if it’s easy sleeping in that bed
I wanna ask you how you’re feeling next to her instead
I wanna know if you found closure somewhere deep inside your head
I wanna ask you do you miss me, oh, na, na, na, na, na, na

You been getting close to someone but it ain’t me
You been going home with someone but it ain’t me
I’ve been tryna find an end to you lately
‘Cause you been getting close to someone and it ain’t me

I wanna ask you if it’s easy sleeping in that bed
I wanna ask you how you’re feeling next to her instead
I wanna know if you found closure somewhere deep inside your head
I wanna ask you do you miss me, oh, na, na, na, na, na, na
I wanna ask you do you miss me

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