My bed feels empty, but I don't want you in it.
The sheets smell clean, your scent is gone.

Our food is tasteless, but you couldn't change that.

You can't change anything anymore.

I'm desperate to hear your voice in our song,
but no familiar voice sings back to me.

The apartment's filled with echoes of you.

The echoes are killing me, you're gone..
..yet this is what I wished for..

..So why do I feel like you're missing?