After you left it kinda felt like someone died
Empty apartment nobody in the bed your side
Major with drawals from holding onto you so tight
Ten months, I think, nothing ever felt quite right

Funny how the space you occupy
Gets a little smaller in my mind
All I got is pieces left behind
Used to be the love of my life

Inside jokes no one gets
Sweater that smells like your scent
Little things, can't forget
Traces of you, all that's left
Your brand of cigarette
Hair your shade of dark brunette
Little things, can't forget
Traces of you, all that's left

Pictures stuffed in drawers I haven't tried to clean
Faces fading and your friends that I no longer see

Funny how the space you occupy
Gets a little smaller in my mind
All I got is pieces left behind
Used to be the love of my life

Inside jokes no one gets
Sweater that smells like your scent
Little things, can't forget
Traces of you, all that's left
Your brand of cigarette
Hair your shade of dark brunette
Little things, can't forget
Traces of you all that's left

Inside joke that no one gets
Those recipes I can't forget
A couch that smells just like your scent
And a mutual friend with your accent
That's left inside joke that no one gets
Those recipes I can't forget
A couch that smells just like your scent
And a mutual friend with your accent
Your accent, your accent