Do you want to know what it's like missing you?
It's falling asleep without your favorite blanket.
Rolling over to find no arms to hold you.
Missing you is weeknights alone,
And spending weekends on the phone.
Missing you is cold bed with a soft pillow,
Where you once laid your head.
Missing you is living life in a daze,
Walking, talking, acting, as if I'm in a haze.
Missing you is telling a friend,
No I'm not sure when she will be in my arms again.
