Sometimes I think about you
What would have been
How great it could have been
It just leaves me feeling blue
Your glowing smile is charming
I like the way it makes me feel inside
Just got back from work
And I don't know why I'm still thinking about you
It's funny how I lay in bed at 3am
clutching tight to a pillow, my arms around it
Imagining it was you
and I could feel your warmth on my heart
Looking at the ceiling
Counting the tiles
Deciding what to make of their plainness
Blank slates each one of them
I wish i was a blank slate
That I could start all over
I want to feel blank on the inside
Then I don't know what I'm missing.
I'd rather feel blank, then empty, on the inside
Because empty means I know I'm missing something
I'm missing you.
I don't know how to feel
I'm just sleepless
And lonely as I hold on tight to that pillow
I cry my tears into the pillow
Just like I would to you
Just like I can't
I feel so empty