I'm searching countless bottles of alcohol to resemble how your lips felt on mine,
I'm rummaging the night in strangers beds,
Hoping their skin feels the same way yours did,
Because in my mind closing my eyes feels just like the real thing,
And when I think back to the time you had me,
I count the stars in the night sky knowing you can see them from wherever you are,
Just relishing in the fact that distance does not deteriorate from a longing for time,
It's been so long,
And I hope you miss me,
I really do.
