Lyrics
I see you in my dreams when I sleep
I feel you in my bed right beside me
How you say my name, how you taste
The way you always laugh at my bad jokes
The way youād love me even if Iām dead broke
The way you always make me feel safe
I might not admit it
But Iām thinkin it a little
I might need a minute
Am I gettin sentimental
Thereās a million ways to miss
You, you
A million ways to miss
You, you
No I canāt get you out my head
For two whole minutes
Out my head then youāre right back in it like
Oooh, ohhh
Thereās a million ways to miss you
Itās silence in my car when I drive
Under pink skies on the 405
That California smile and your blue jeans
Its the way that you would always pick up
On the days that Iām feeling like Iām not enough
Cause youāre the only one that gets me
I might not admit it
But Iām thinkin it a little
I might need a minute
Am I gettin sentimental
Thereās a million ways to miss
You, you
A million ways to miss
You, you
No I canāt get you out my head
For two whole minutes
Out my head then youāre right back in it like
Oooh, ohhh Thereās a million ways to miss
Those big brown eyes
All those late nights late up in your room
Ooooooh
Thereās a million ways to miss
That stupid face
I canāt erase no matter what I do
Ooooooh
Thereās a million ways to miss
You, you
A million ways to miss
You, you
No I canāt get you out my head
For two whole minutes
Out my head then youāre right back in it like
Oooh, ohhh
Thereās a million ways to miss you
Need a minute
Am I gettin sentimental
I feel you in my bed right beside me
How you say my name, how you taste
The way you always laugh at my bad jokes
The way youād love me even if Iām dead broke
The way you always make me feel safe
I might not admit it
But Iām thinkin it a little
I might need a minute
Am I gettin sentimental
Thereās a million ways to miss
You, you
A million ways to miss
You, you
No I canāt get you out my head
For two whole minutes
Out my head then youāre right back in it like
Oooh, ohhh
Thereās a million ways to miss you
Itās silence in my car when I drive
Under pink skies on the 405
That California smile and your blue jeans
Its the way that you would always pick up
On the days that Iām feeling like Iām not enough
Cause youāre the only one that gets me
I might not admit it
But Iām thinkin it a little
I might need a minute
Am I gettin sentimental
Thereās a million ways to miss
You, you
A million ways to miss
You, you
No I canāt get you out my head
For two whole minutes
Out my head then youāre right back in it like
Oooh, ohhh Thereās a million ways to miss
Those big brown eyes
All those late nights late up in your room
Ooooooh
Thereās a million ways to miss
That stupid face
I canāt erase no matter what I do
Ooooooh
Thereās a million ways to miss
You, you
A million ways to miss
You, you
No I canāt get you out my head
For two whole minutes
Out my head then youāre right back in it like
Oooh, ohhh
Thereās a million ways to miss you
Need a minute
Am I gettin sentimental