It's funny how sweet dreams can be so unkind
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get over you
A creature of habit in all that I do
When I make coffee, I still make coffee for two
But it should be for three
Your memory, me, and the blues.
The day that you left I promised myself
That I was gonna be just fine
But now with you gone and I'm here all alone
I can't get you out of my mind
I just sit home nights missing your touch
Thinking about when it was the two of us
But now it's we three, your memory, me, and the blues
I just sit home nights missing your touch
Thinking about when it was the two of us
But now it's we three, your memory, me, and the blues
