Lyrics Too Late - Ariane Moffatt

I miss your energy
Your add I miss your fears the souvenirs

I miss your sweet taste
You laughed hysterically
I miss your grace and tour flexibility

I miss the nights
The frantic pace
I miss the consequences the price to pay

Oh, I miss paris pornography your charge on me
I miss the way you used to love me

But there was not enough space for you
Now it's too late

Room key
Bed sheets
Intimacy
Drum beat
Handstand
Shark tank
Gold ring
Was that our last drink

I miss your galaxy
Your poetry
I lost my t-shirt
I miss the hurt

I miss your face
I miss the chase
I miss your crazy

I miss the way you used to love
The way you used to love
I miss the way you used to