Miss You Bad

I miss you back, come touch me slow.
I miss you back, you already know.
I miss you back, say my name,
Then pull me in like you did then.
Your voice in my head turns into a song.
I tried to move on, but it takes too long.
I wear that black dress for the days,
Hoping you'll see me and lose your knees.
I miss the way you move across my room.
I miss the way you look when you want me to.