They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me.

I Miss Your Soft Lips, I Miss Your White Sheets. I Miss The Scratch Of Your Shaved Face On My Cheek. And this is so hard, Cause I didn't see, That you were the love of my life and it kills me. I see your face in, strangers on the street. I still say your name when I'm talking in sleep. And in the long light, I play it all fine. But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light. It's always going to be you.