I don't miss you
The way most people miss things.

It's not like I can get in my car and drive to you.

I can't say "draw me a map that leads me back to you"
Because honestly Dierks Bentley is right "I don't know where to go or what I'm suppose to do".

I want to see you, not your headstone.

I want to hold your hand.

But the closest I'll get to holding your hand
Is holding my own.

As I cry on my pillow
Wishing I wasn't alone.