Everything in this dank room
Reminds me both of us and you
With each persistent memory
I wish that you would come back soon

I can't bring myself to wash your shirt
The smell of you helps with the hurt
I swear these sheets still keep the heat
So they'll remain covered with dirt

Gifts you've left me are strewn everywhere
Among underwear and strands of your hair
Each time you're gone it’s for too long
Honestly it doesn't seem fair

Evidence of you ever exists
Seemingly just to make me sick
Lovesick, heartsick, homesick, too;
Home is where the heart is,
And mine is with you.