Incubus - I Miss You

To see you when I wake upif a gift I didn't think could be real.To know that you feel the sameI do is the three-fold, utopian dreamyou 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'm 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.