Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing

And maybe I'm a little drunk. And maybe I'm a little bit scared of life. Scared of the future. What my life has in store for me. Maybe I don't know where I'm going or what path I'll take. What I'll stand for. But maybe I'll just stand for you, sweetheart. And the truth is I can't sleep without you. I can't think without you around. And I want to stand on my own two feet. I want to see the world with my chin held high. But the sad songs play and once again there's your face and those words and I can't help but to wonder and to worry. What if, what is to come? What would hav happened. But once again you are just another random connection of words on a page spelling out the events that never played out and the future I never had. The truth is, well, the truth is I miss you. I want to say more then anything that I don't. I want to smile and laugh and not to think that I'll come home to you and we will laugh it out and fall asleep in each others arms. I hung out with her tonight, I could see what you saw in her. I think maybe I saw a little in me too. Is that what you saw in the next? Something more then me? Do you miss me darling? Do you?