Oh there's a knock
Who could it be
I slowly open the door
And it's Grief
Grief's an old friend of mine
Wasn't expecting him soon
But I let him in
And go fix him a room
Fix him some tea
Make him comfortable
Grief demands company
But pushes me out the door
He leaves dirt on my pillow
He leaves clothes in my room
He's not a nice house guest
But he tells me the truth
Well, the truth is I've got
An empty room sitting there
I may as well just let Grief move in
He pays decent rent
Of course I'd rather have you
Miss your dishes piled in the sink
I would clean them twice over
If you'd come back to me
But I sit down with Grief
And we watch a nice chick flick
With popcorn and milk duds
Til I think I'll be sick
He hands me a glass
Though I hate to drink alone
But when friends call me over
Well, then he needs me at home
I will be friendly
I will be true
But Grief is your ghost
But he's nothing like you
Grief holds my hand
But it's cold and feels bony
Not like midsummer nights
When you used to hold me
I spend all my nights wondering where you could be
It's funny how you're probably off somewhere happy
While Grief's by my bedside and I didn't invite him to stay
But I need you
Grief and I are closer now
He might be making me whole
I forget that he's there sometimes
Cause he's part of my soul
Of course I'd rather have you
Miss your clothes on my floor
Miss your laugh in my living room
Miss your knock on my door
Miss your hands on my piano
Miss your mouth on my coffee cups
Miss your head on my pillow
Miss your spills on my counter tops
I think I need you
Miss your dishes piled in my sink
I would clean them twice over
If you'd come back to me