Waking up isn’t as fun when you’re not the first thing I see,
And somehow it feels wrong to drink iced coffee.

It’s so quiet here without you choking,
(Seriously though bobas for chewing luv)
I even miss it when you’re moping.

My bed feels so big without you sprawled out on it,
And my room doubles in size in your absence,
And I don’t like to smoke or sit,
Because you’re not here init.