I often think about you
And I think of where you’ve been
All the happy little places,
Happy faces that you’ve seen

I always hoped you’d find it
Your own pretty song to sing
I find it quite a shame,
That verse should have been for me

But enough with what my mind does,
Enough with my own dreams
I find them all too crowded,
But there is nowhere else to sleep

At last, here comes the reason
I have stayed sane this whole time,
And at last, here comes my reason,
Its been missing this whole time.