I Miss You ~Incubus
To see you when I wake up is a gift
I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold utopian dream.

You do something to me
That I can't explain
So would I be out of line
If I said I miss you?

I see your picture, I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days
But already I'm wasting away.

I know I'll see you again
Whether far or near.
But I need you to know
That I care, and I miss you...