It's on nights like these
That I miss you the most
I can feel the ghost
Of your lips
On the tip of my nose
Because you're not quite tall enough
To reach my forehead.

It's on nights like these
That I miss you the most
When I stay up all night
Rereading the notes
That you wrote me
Little pieces of you
That I cherish when I'm alone

You bring me the kind of happiness
I can't find in the ashes of a blunt
Or at the bottom of a bottle
You make me truely, absolutely happy
And I haven't felt that way
In such a terribly long time
And I know you haven't, either.

I'll never let you go, baby doll.
We'll make it together, you and me
Through it all.