作词 : Stuart A. Staples/Robert McKinna
作曲 : Stuart A. Staples/Robert McKinna
We are the amputees, cut off at our knees
Something tickling at our feet
No more the sufferers, the dull thud of us
Once our heels, they clacked in these streets

I miss you so bad

We are the stigmatized, the prosthetisized
Our love and our hate smoothed and shined
No more extremities, no more possibilities
Like forgotten skittles we wait for our strike

I miss you so bad

If I could lean to you, I’d whisper in your ear
If I could reach for you, I’d touch you, I’d touch you, I’d touch you, I’d touch you
I miss you so bad
I miss you so
I miss you so bad

Miss you so, miss you, I miss you
I miss you so bad

Miss you so, miss you, I miss you
I miss you so
I miss you so bad