tonight i'm coming home in a coma if it fucking kills me
11. i miss you - (2:47) 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."