My sheets still smell of your cologne and cigarettes
I hate your smell but love your taste
My head just floats past memories and could-have-beens
You're lingering..here..with me.
I never thought you would go, leave me behind, moving on.
But if I had to do it all again I would have left, you.. there.

I still feel your ice cold hands pressed against my back.
But I no longer die to hear those words or whispers, I am alright.
The groove in my matress is fading with each day, you're no longer welcome here
But you won't seem to leave, me.. here.