It's Only that I miss you

Late at night you find yourself considering what was said
 As you replay conversations and wish that you were dead
 You wonder how anyone could ever like someone so bad
 In spite of all your good fortune you wind up feeling sad
 I miss you
 I miss you
 I will not forget who bought me my guitars
 When people change your life you remember who they are
 I'm not saying you were perfect, no one really is
 But perfection's in perception and it's what you make of it
 I miss you man
 I miss you man
 And there's no regrets, It's only that I
 miss you
 What does it matter anyway if we're all gonna die?
 If the only things you take away are the things you kept inside
 You can bet my point of view and my sense that I was right
 Will be nowhere to be found at the end of the night
 A substitute profession would never really do
 I find myself wishing that I was more like you
 In spite of my successes, however small they've been
 My tongue sometimes betrays me and my ancestry again
 I miss you man
 I miss you man
 And there's no regrets, and it's only that I miss you