I keep smelling you on the clothes you left behind
But you’re nowhere to be found
It’ll be a week tomorrow
Since I lost you to that greyhound bus
But all day, all I look for
Is your body to wrap around

I finally heard your voice this morning
As close as your head on my pillow
The bright sun melted away a week’s worth of loneliness
And I glowed knowing I was on your mind
I bet nobody’s ever missed you
Quite the way that I do

All I can daydream
Is what we’ll do together
In that big grey city of yours
But when I’m really there
It’ll be painted with the brightest of light
And the darkest of ambition

We had such routine
In that little room of ours
A world all our own
I lived on your skin
And you survived on my word
And then we reluctantly left town

But I bet nobody’s ever missed you
Quite the way that I do