Some nights I miss you like crazy. Some nights I wish I were dead.
    I miss the sound of you breathing. I can't get you out of my head.
I stared out the window this morning. I took down my pictures of you.
    I never thought that I'd be so lonely. I really ought to figure out what I'm going to do.
    The fire in your eyes that I love is gone, but your smell is on my pillow.
    Where did we go?
    I heard you got another woman on the west end of the city. I bet you're happy now and you're life has changed for the better, but I bet she doesn't lay you down and whisper things that can make your body shiver.
    You're way past gone and there's no looking back from here. The fire
in my eyes has come and gone, but your smell is on my pillow.
    This is your last song.
   I hate that I love you. I hate the way you say my name and I hate the way that I fell and I got so caught up in this moment, of what we couldn't be.
   You're the answers to my dreams and my reality. You're the answerto my dreams and reality.

   Come home to me.