I Miss You by 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 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