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'm 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.