Louis Tomlinson - Miss you

^EbIs it my ima^Bbgination? ^GmIs it something that I’m taking? ^CmAll the smiles that I’m faking ^N.C.“Everything is great Everything is fucking great” ^EbGoing out every weekend ^BbStaring at the s^Ebtars or the ceiling ^CmHollywood friends, got to see them ^N.C.Such a good time I believe it this time

^EbTuesday night Glazed o^Bbver e^Cmyes Just one more ^Ebpint or ^Abfive Does it even matter anyway?

^EbWe’re dancing on ta^Bbbles And I’^B7m off my f^Cmace With ^Bball of my ^Abpeople And it cou^Ebldn’t get better they say ^EbWe’re singing ‘till l^Bbast call And it’s all out of tu^Cmne Should be ^Bblaughing, but there’s something wr^Fong And it hits me when the lights go o^Abn Shit, maybe I miss you

^EbJust like that and I’m sober ^EbI’m asking myself, “Is it over?” ^CmMaybe I was lying when I to^B7ld you “Everything is great Everything is fucking ^Abgreat” ^EbAnd all of these thoughts and the feeling ^Bbcheers to that if you don’t need them ^CmI’ve been checking my phone all evening ^B7Such a good time I believe it this ^Abtime

^EbTuesday night Glazed o^Bbver e^Cmyes Just one more ^Ebpint or ^Abfive Does it even matter anyway?

^EbWe’re dancing on ta^Bbbles And I’^B7m off my f^Cmace With ^Bball of my ^Abpeople And it cou^Ebldn’t get better they say ^EbWe’re singing ‘till l^Bbast call And it’s all out of tu^Cmne Should be ^Bblaughing, but there’s something wr^Fong And it hits me when the lights go o^Abn Shit, maybe I miss you

^EbNow I’m asking my friends how to say “I’m sorry” ^BbThey say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry” ^CmAnd we can’t even be on the phone now ^AbAnd I can’t even be with you alone now

^EbOh how, shit changes We were in l^Bbove Now, we’re s^Gmtrangers When I ^Cmfeel it coming up I just th^Bbrow it all away Get a^Abnother two shots ’cause it doesn’t matter anyway

^EbWe’re dancing on ta^Bbbles And I’^B7m off my f^Cmace With ^Bball of my ^Abpeople And it cou^Ebldn’t get better they say

^EbWe’re singing ‘till l^Bbast call And it’s all out of tu^Cmne Should be ^Bblaughing, but there’s something wr^Fong And it hits me when the lights go o^Abn Shit, maybe I miss you

^EbWe’re dancing on ta^Bbbles And I’^B7m off my f^Cmace With ^Bball of my ^Abpeople And it cou^Ebldn’t get better they say

^EbWe’re singing ‘till l^Bbast call And it’s all out of tu^Cmne Should be ^Bblaughing, but there’s something wr^Fong And it hits me when the lights go o^Abn Shit, maybe I miss you