Pupsies - Misery

miss that kind of misery the kind where you are nice to me But only in the evening So I ask, am I just dreaming? I love you so much that it's dripping Dripping from my arms and such I'm sorry, I know I'm too much To love, to trust, I'm nothing, but- I miss that kind of miseryThe kind where you are nice to me But only in the evening So I ask, am I just dreaming?