The pillows and the sheets don't smell like you anymore
Well no one really leaves much of themselves after they're gone
And I wonder if you think about it, because I do
You don't call, you must not want to see me again
Well that's alright, these days I'm just a ghost to everyone
And it's not that I don't want to be seen, it's that I'm not
Headed out to Brooklyn with some flowers to make a song
Before I go, I just want to tell you I won't be long
Should you want to come back downtown and come with me again
The pillows and the sheets don't smell like you anymore