it's funny how the thought of you still keeps me up at night even after all these years

it's funny how being with you used to keep me up those nights and how thinking of you keeps me up these nights

it's funny how you used to sing to me on the nights when i just couldn't sleep and now thinking of your voice just leaves me wondering if i wasn't good enough

it's funny how everyone around me has gotten so accustomed to the bags under my eyes that they don't even bother asking if i slept well last night anymore

it's funny how normal everything is during the day as if you'd never left and come three in the morning i haven't slept and i'm thinking of all the things i wanted to tell you but didn't

it's funny how fast everything changes and how quickly time goes on and how easy it is to get left behind in the past

it's funny how i used to wake up to your face every morning and how i now still wake up to your face every morning except you're gone when i open my eyes

it's funny how my hand still subconsciously reaches for yours before i realize it isn't there, how it comes so easily that my first instinct is to hold your hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world

it's funny how i still think of you in all the things i do and how every time i walk past a flower i think about how beautiful it would look in your hair and how every song i listen to you makes me wonder if you'd like it too

it's funny how i can sometimes pretend you never left because you're always there until i turn around and always lying next to me in bed until i open my eyes and always holding my hand until i let go and realize there's nothing there

(and i started to remember what you used to call me when you started calling me by my name)