No one knows how much I miss you.

How I have just loomed about from place to place,
since you've been gone.

Sometimes I imagine you are with me.
In the car when a good song comes on.
In bed, as I fall asleep.
Smoking a joint on the couch.

I always say I got sick of my exes and that's why it never worked out.
But I know I never would've gotten sick of you.

I carry those memories,
that are so far away, like a dream.
And you have just become a ghost.
Well, more like an angel that once visited me.

I miss you, you know.