Missing You
Posters about drugs and breaking rules,
Peeling slowly off my walls,
Because, like me, they're missing you.
Cigarette butts smoking in the ashtray,
Smouldering their short lives away,
Because, like me, they're missing you.
TV's on mute, it cannot speak,
The silent picture seems so bleak,
Because, like me, it's missing you.
The sun is hiding behind a cloud,
This burning ball don't seem so proud,
Because, like me, it's missing you.
Clothes lie strewn upon the floor,
They don't want me anymore,
Because, like me, they're missing you.
I lie listless and awake,
Thinking about which mood to fake,
Because, like everyplace and everyone,
And everything we've ever known,
Because, like them, I'm missing you.