.i miss you.

.incubus.i miss you.

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 am wasting away

I know I'll see you again

Whether far or soon

But I need you to know,

that I care

And I miss you