?

The other side of the bed is extraordinary no more
Everyday your memory keeps fading away
There’s a part of me that still holds on to you
While a little more of me keeps slipping away

And I try to wonder 
What you might be thinking
What it must feel like
When you know it’s never gonna be the same



No more warmth on your shoulder, where my head used to lay
No more fight for the blanket that we both used to share
No more waking up early, to be the first to caress
Don’t you miss me just a little? Don’t you miss me at all?

The better half of my life is better no more
I keep trying to tell myself, keep trying to understand
You knew me better, better than I knew myself
So tell me, am I the girl you fell in love with, or the one you left behind?

And I try to wonder
What you might be thinking
What it must feel like
When you know it’s never gonna be the same

No more warmth on your shoulder, where my head used to lay
No more fight for the blanket that we both used to share
No more waking up early, to be the first to caress
Don’t you miss me just a little? Don’t you miss me at all?

There’s no more waiting
No more craving
No more looking forward to the start of the night
No more longing
No more yearning
Just emptiness by my bed side

No more warmth on your shoulder, where my head used to lay
No more fight for the blanket that we both used to share
No more waking up early, to be the first to caress
Don’t you miss me just a little? Don’t you miss me at all?

There’s no more waiting
(No more warmth on your shoulder, where my head used to lay)
No more craving
(No more fight for the blanket that we both used to share)
No more longing
(No more waking up early, to be the first to caress)
No more yearning
Just emptiness by my bed side
Don’t you miss me just a little? Don’t you miss me at all?

Don’t you miss me just a little? Don’t you miss me at all?

Copyright (c) 2012, Deepa Seshadri