it's been two nights and at this same hour
i've thought about you and felt empty.
i go on looking for you only
to see again that your picture is
gone and you're gone and i'm alone for
good this time. i expect every
night to be the night when we'll make up
and go back to how it was. god i
miss your voice and face and eyes but what
i miss the most is that smile that'd fix
any bad feelings lurking about.
i need it now more than ever. you.