#orlandoweeks

I miss the sound of you calling, I miss your voice on the phone, miss your out of time tapping to the songs we both know I’ve your lipstick kissed cigarette, you left in the tray, It’s the last thing you kissed I can’t throw it away

I miss missing you all day and hurrying home But now I find loneliness and being alone, Are two separate feelings,

the firsts how I feel It’s the bone that stays broken, the cut that won’t heal

I’m still your man, I’m still your man, I’m still your man, still your Gritterman

I feel you beside me your perfume the same Your head on my shoulder, you whisper my name And so I continue in my old fashioned way To say the same things that I used to say