Hey, where are you tonight?
My radio won't tune just out of spite
I'm out here on my own
I'm missing you to pieces my sweet dear
Your eyes are home, your clavicle bids me to rest
The scent of your skin it moves these lips to speak "I love you"
I don't even know what day or month or year I'm living in
'Cause growing numb and dum
It's the only way to make it out of here
Your eyes are home, your clavicle bids me to rest
The scent of your skin it moves these lips to speak "I love you, I need you"