Pillowcase

Two months in, it still feels like it's been a day Bits and pieces linger, most has faded away And over all the noise I swear sometimes I still hear your voice I don't wanna move on, I can't imagine a way Your pillow's cold but I still keep it by my side Your water bowl stays empty on the kitchen tile And I should really get some rest Everyone says it was for the best But I don't wanna move on It feels so wrong to be fine It feels so wrong to be fine It doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel right Now this house that we grew up in It feels vacant Every time that I walk through the door I still look to the couch where you waited (where you waited) Now this house that we grew up in It feels vacant Every time that I walk through the door I still look to the couch where you waited I still look at pictures to remember your face And I still keep your pillow in the same place