I reach out to touch your skin,

To hold you, to pull you in.

But air is all I feel, an empty bed,

I reconcile the disappointment in my aching head.

I can wait, it won’t be that long,

Jesus Christ I hate that repeated song.

The tune I know that you too despise,

The one that sings of all we’ll be denied.

So tonight and tomorrow the pillow will have to do.

And I hope with all my heart that one day the pillow’s replaced by you.