Either The Weed Finally Caught Up With Me, Or I Miss You A Whole Lot

And I'll stay up late, just counting the stars,
Wishing that you weren't so far,
Away.
Because a piece of me is still with you,
I think it's my heart, and I don't know what to do.
And I'll think of you when I see it rain,
But I know that you will never feel the same.
I miss you.
Then I'll think about the nights we spent;
Remembering your touch, your taste, your scent.
And I wish that I could just turn back time,
And feel alive,
Again.
I miss you.