I don't sleep well anymore
now that you are gone
I place two pillows in a row
imagining you're home
your aftershave still lingers low
like Heaven lost in my bed
I don't drink and I don't smoke
and I don't like to cry
so I guess that I'll just wish away this pain
this wicked dream is killing me
I wish that you still loved me
here I lay before I sleep
whispering prayers into my sheets
if I should fly from here tomorrow
please don't linger in my sorrows
I don't drink and I don't smoke
and I don't like to cry
so I guess that I'll just wish away this pain
this wicked dream is killing me
I wish that you still loved me
