The Idea of You

Just when the day starts

The Sun sets back again 

The smell of you 

Disappears off my sheets

Like you were never around

The weather is getting colder

There's no one to keep me warm 

Not a spark to lit

Not a fire to bear this storm 

It would’ve been easier with you here

But I'm not entirely sure of that myself 

I hate being alone with the idea of you 

I wish we never met now