You’ve pulled my teeth
I’ve filed your claws
And your thorny tirades
Used to give me pause
But I’ve pricked myself so many times
You’ve gotten bored of the bleeding

It’s never too much
Like it was before
And your touch is gentle
When my feelings get sore
And you always know the words to say
To keep me from leaving

But I miss the days
When what you said could hurt me
And I miss the ways
That you got under my skin
I miss the face
You only make when you’re angry
And I miss the love
We made on Sunflower street

You never could fix me
And I gave up trying
To last an evening
Without lying
Cause when you tell a story enough
It start feels like a memory

You’re no different
I know you struggle
To be indifferent
When I get stubborn
But now you know it’s better to wait
Until I run out of energy

But I miss the days
When what you said could hurt me
And I miss the ways
That you got under my skin
I miss the face
You only make when you’re angry
And I miss the love
We made on Sunflower street

And then we’d wash our hands
And try to keep believing
That our song and dance
Would last another evening
But look at us now
The spotlight never faded
We’ll smile through the glare
Til it’s time to take our bows

But I miss the days
Tangled up in the sheets
Of the house we used to share
On Sunflower street