Today is a Tuesday but to me it feels like Sunday evening
and every day feels like the day you left.
It's raining, and it fits my mood.
If you were here you'd tell me to smile, but what good is smiling
if you're not here to return it with your own?
I never really understood heartbreak until I gave you my heart.
Because I guess I forgot to mark it with "return to sender".
Unless you just wanted to keep it for yourself.
For all I know you could collect girls' hearts like
you collected the vinyl you couldn't play
because you didn't even have a record player.
I got a call from your mom last week.
She said she missed me, and then she told me the news.
I guess I should have seen it coming.
But like everything, I put too much faith in the universe.
I never thought that it would really take you away.
I miss you like it was yesterday but I was lying before.
It wasn't last week that I got the call,
it will be four years in the fall.
And everyday feels like the day you left.
Sleep sweetly.