There's something in the air here-
A little too much oxygen,
A little too much indifference,
And the house on Howard Road has lost its roof.
But they're too in love with lies to tell the truth,
and I miss you.
They pray for me in church here-
It's a little too presumptuous,
To say hell is for the empty,
But the park around the corner lost its charm.
And I'm too lovesick to care if it's not your arms,
and I miss you.
The world's a little flawed here-
There's too many whispered promises
But not enough of yours.
And it rains like someone's crying, and maybe I do.
Because life seems so imperfect without you,
and I miss you.
