I hate it, baby, because you’re not here and I’m not there.
I hate waiting 365 days to hug you and have you look at me.
When you go, there’s always a vacuum that I can’t fill.
And sometimes, sometimes when I try and fill it up a little, just for a while, I try and forget that it’s never enough.
But then you call me up at work today, just because, and everything’s sunshine again because when you tell me you love me, the darkness goes away.
Because nobody’s you, baby.