"Ashtray Sally"

I really miss you so
I really miss your style
I miss the way you treated me
I miss the way you lied
I miss your sweet confusion
I long for your disdain
I never thought you'd meet me
On this lonesome train
Ashtray Sally

I miss your pledges badly
I really miss your hand
I miss the way you touched me
I miss your Sunday fan
I miss your nighttime fire
I miss your sweet old song
And how you treat me badly
How you know it’s wrong
Ashtray Sally

In cafés dark and low down
You kept observing me
I loved the way you dance
You loved the way I sing
I miss your evening drinks
I miss your changing moods
I never thought we'd meet here
You never sang the blues
Ashtray Sally

I’ve nothing new to give you
I have to pack my things
Hear city sidewalks cracking
From what the night would bring
I really miss you madly
I really miss your style
I miss the way you treated me
I miss the way you tried
Ashtray Sally