by Bel Finn
Sitting in the rundown terminal
Waiting for a budget flight to bring you back from Boston
I don't even know how many states away you are
Thought it would do us good to be apart for a while
Maybe if I had a chance to miss you
I'd want you more
We were sitting in a rundown terminal
Waiting for a budget flight to Boston
It wasn't quite a lovers' farewell
We were silly from sleeplessness
Just like you to wait till three A.M. to pack
Sitting there laughing 'cause we didn't know what to say
Thinking maybe if you have this chance to miss me
you'll want me more
Pacing in the rundown terminal
I walk outside to have a smoke in the rain
I know that I won't be able to pretend for long
I'm going to disappoint you again
But maybe your expectations aren't too high
Maybe they're just not me
Thought that if I had this chance to miss you
I'd want to be more
On the floor in the rundown terminal
Alone in the crowd waiting to be alone together with you
And I've been so far into hell with you
But I've never even been to Boston
And there are so many things I haven't seen with you
There are so many things that I'm going to want to say
And so many that I'm going to say instead
Thought maybe if I had this chance to miss you
I would change my mind
Sitting here waiting
I'm more tired than anything
And I don't hate you anymore
And I'm not angry anymore
And I can't feel guilty anymore
And I can't live like this anymore
And maybe it's wrong of me
And maybe I'm seeing what I want to see
but I just didn't miss you
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