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 soon.
But I need you to know
that I care,
And I miss you.