Your name finds a place in each poem I write
And it falls from my lips as I whisper at night
I'm hugging my pillow
And holding my phone
Because I'm missing you here
And when you're here, I'm home
Coffee on Mondays never taste quite as good
and the sunsets and rooftops don't look like they should
My one-person hammock
Lets me know I'm alone
Because I'm missing you here
When you're here, I'm home
And she holds my heart, the crooked shape that we carved into the wall
My heart, as we fell asleep in the hammock in the rain
I wrote a sappy love song, it's not something I normally do
Just know that if you're missing me there that I'm missing you too
And she holds my heart, the crooked shape that we carved into the wall
My heart, as we fell asleep in the hammock in the rain