To Death
How is the ***, love
Hope it's the best of him
How does it feel, love
Not knowing where he's been

And it hurts more with every breath
But more than that baby I miss you to death

How is your soul, girl
Hope it's not burning in your head
How does he talk , love
When you're both lying in his bed

And it burns more
With every breath

But more than that baby, I miss you to death