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.
//incubus,i miss you.
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