It’s a magazine on an unmade bed and a broken pair of shoes

Endless days of don’t go home, thunder in the afternoons

It’s a freezing bath at 3am and the meal you couldn’t eat

The sudden truth that struck you blind in the sickness of deceit

It’s the clothes you thought you’d thrown away

And the job you couldn’t start

The light left on inside the house when you thought the house was dark

It’s the distant line of sun kissed trees

And the sobs that wrack your chest

The deathly hush that greets you when you wake already dressed

And how can I miss you if you don’t go away?

How can you hurt me if I’m not in your way?

How can you miss me if I don’t go away?

How can I hurt you if you’re not in my way?

It’s a bridal march and a cherish set

And a recognition truce

A summer drive in someone’s car

Your best-laid plans cut loose

It’s a secret pact made with your self

When no one needs to know

It’s the footprints followed through the field

To the cottage in the snow

And how can I miss you if you don’t go away?

How can you hurt me if I’m not in your way?

How can you miss me if I don’t go away?

How can I hurt you if you’re not in my way?