There’s a hole where you were And I still remember There’s this violent, persistent gnaw in my chest There’s this hole in the center where I grew around you With part of me missing, how could I forget? So I will always wake up frantic, searching for the ghost of you Following breadcrumbs long gone stale Sometimes I find some old lost piece of you But it’s always a dead end, never a trail And I wonder where you are now, I wonder how you’ve been? Did I leave a hole in you? Could you ever fill it in?