I miss you like a past life Now I can't remember if you were ever mine to miss I miss you like we both died Our time together a star-crossed endeavor My head is an unmade bed Abandoned arms and legs and intimate things finding their way into these twisted sheets I need a maid or another mother more than the strain of an absent lover My head is an empty bed Just the thought of being seen is more than I can take I never met a mirror that I couldn't break I'll miss you in the next life