I walk home alone, excited to see you again
As I unlock the door, I realize that the house is empty
There will be no more special hellos, no more special welcome homes
I thought the days would get easier
I thought I would stop missing you so much
I guess I thought wrong
I still see your face in the mornings, hear your wake up calls
Everyday something reminds me of you, and I try to block to the tears
Everyday I think you are going to be there, everyday I worry about you
The days run into nights, the nights into weeks, and the weeks into months
I thought the days would get easier
I thought I would stop missing you so much
I guess I thought wrong, because the days get longer and I miss you more