Incubus. Make Yourself. I Miss You. Zeneszám

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
I miss you