Incubus I Miss You (acoustic)

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 am 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.