Do you still long for the days in the past?
Can you not remember,
Or am I not worth the pain?
You have always been worth,
One and one-half gallons of blood.
Everything I could ever give to you,
Is purely for the nostalgia of this very moment.

Can you hear me tonight?
Would you answer my whispers?
The waking hours ticking by,
While I can only dream when awake.
Let's pretend we're together 'til dawn,
Pretend I can wrap you up in my arms.
Pretend you would do the same,
This is a fantasy that keeps me alive.

But blank space will keep me company,
Make up stories to color the void.
I would color it with the mahogany of your hair,
I would draw the lines with the crimson of your lips.
I would shade over with the gray of your eyes,
I would let it dry with the warmth of your embrace.
I would hold it up high with the gentle of your touch,
I would stare into it through the light of your smile.
I would spread word of its beauty with your soothing voice,
Then I'll walk into the void where you should be.

The words go on for hours,
There's nothing left to say.
What can I say to earn a response?
How can I hear your voice again?
This void can keep me company.
But only your voice can put me to sleep,
Only your warmth can keep me dreaming.
I could never wake up, and never want to,
If I knew you'd be there the whole time.
The void where Madison should be.