Wednesday, July 9, 2008

I Miss You by Incubus




To see you when I wake up
Is a gift, I didn't think could be real.

To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.

You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.

I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.

I know I'll see you again,
whether far or soon.

But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you.