miss you

Miss You
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.

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