Staring at the ceiling
I have lived through harder days than this
but this empty pillow's suffocating
I have lived through harder days
but it ain't easy to say goodnight
and meet my bed alone
to search to no avail beneath these sheets
I have slept through longer nights
but this one won't let me

I'm staring at the ceiling
listening to the tapping of the second hand on my wrist
I'm wishing it could be yours
instead I lie alone
I miss the pieces of my broken heart
I've survived harder days than this
but I can't live again, again
won't live until we share this pillow
this pillow