So I sit here all alone.
When the nights seem to come alive.
And the shadows begin to fade.

With every ounce of my being I lie here...
And pretend that it doesn't even matter that you're not by my side.

This bed is so empty.
But it's something I have been getting used to.

Waking up alone is never fun,
but neither is an unwanted heart.

So I hope you find happiness in the records we used to play.
I hope you feel bittersweet when I cross your mind.

Because miles between us don't matter anymore.
And this broken heart is starting to heal.

But how is yours doing?