You hear a new song and it’s your fa v’rite, but pret ty soon you’ll be chang in’ the sta tion.

And all your old shoes are look in’ brand new; they (D)wan na be worn, but they nev er get the chance to.

(Em)Heav y in to ev ’ry thing, (C)read y for the next thing to catch your eye for a while, then you’re o ver it.

You change your mind on it soon as the shine’s gone, like you al ways do.

But you don’t know it yet, but...

Whoa,

whoa,

whoa,

whoa,

I ain’t gon na be that eas y to leave.

Whoa,

whoa,

whoa,

whoa,

girl, I’m gon na make you miss me.

Make you wish that you were (Csus2)sleep in’ in my shirt; (D)lie a bout my jack et and tell ev ’ry one it’s yours.

When your (Em7)phone rings af ter mid night and you’re (Csus2)think in’ may be it’s me, (CN.C.)I’m gon na make you miss me.

You’re cold and hot, you (Csus2)burn out like a match, (D)keep a slip knot in the strings you at tach.

You think it’s eas y, but that’s a lie.

The on ly rea son that you’re good at good bye is (Em7)ev ’ry boy you ev er met (Csus2)was too eas y to for get.

Well, I ain’t go in’ (CN.C.)out like that.

Whoa,

whoa, I’m gon na make you miss me.

Whoa,

whoa,

whoa,

whoa,

I ain’t gon na be that eas y to leave.

Whoa,

whoa,

whoa, whoa,

(CN.C.)girl, I’m gon na make you miss me.

Writ in’ let ters that you’re (Csus2)nev er gon na mail; stay (D)up and paint my fa v’rite shade of red on your nails ’cause you can’t fall a sleep, and you’re (Csus2)wish in’ you were with me.

I’m gon na make you miss me, make you miss me.

Make you miss the way my (Csus2)hand fit in your hand; when you’re dial in’ my num ber; lis t’nin’ to my fa v’rite bands.

I’ll say, “Hey, (Em7)ba by, you know all you can say is come and get me.”

I’m gon na make you miss me.

I’m gon na make you miss me.

(Csus2)Whoa, oh, oh, (D)oh,

I’m gon na make you miss me.