I woke up your bed of emptiness
Your silhouette, like me, was still depressed
I noticed the vacuum that was left
Of your head being buried into my chest
So I pulled my guitar up to my breast
And tried to match the rhythm of your breath
It was a country song, go figure, and a waltz
Counting tempos in 3s
One for you and one for me
And one for every second that I had to be
Alone, with my faults
Like how when you're around I can't peel my eyes
From everybody else
And when you're gone my wandering gaze
Has always seemed to have followed along
Or when you're here there's nothing I want
To say or hear from you my dear
But when you're gone all I want
Is to talk or text all night long
So when you're here I best pretend
It's an empty nest until the end
And that our time is always on lend