I thought I felt you touch my cheek this morning,
but I must have been dreaming.
And in the middle of the night without a warning
I thought I heard you breathing.
Me and my so-called independence
have got this loneliness that's so relentless.
I guess you get used to somebody
kinda like having them around.
I guess you get used to the way they make you happy,
bring you up when you're feeling down.
I never dreamed when I was letting you go that
I would wake up and miss you this much.
I guess you get used to somebody.
I guess you get used to being loved.
I kinda miss those rambling conversations
where we'd talk about nothing.
The way you always made me laugh at my frustrations,
baby, that was something.
I should have been careful what I wished for
because I've got my freedom and so much more.
I never dreamed when I was letting you go that
I would wake up and miss you this much.
I guess you get used to somebody.
I guess you get used to being loved.
Monday, September 28, 2009
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