Three months and seven days since I watched you walk away. Now there's an empty space in an empty picture frame, yeah. Perfume's still in the air and my t-shirt, you used to wear. I know you disappear but It feels like you're still here. Just when I thought I was letting go I hear a song on the radio, and It feels like every word brings me back to you. It might be hard to see for anyone but me. Walking through every room, I keep finding evidence of you. Your fingerprints all over everything. I just can't seem to remove all the evidence of you. Of you. Evidence of you. I know we said some things but I... I didn't think you'd leave. Now I'm here wondering if you're missing me. Just when I thought I was letting go, another song on the radio takes me back to the scene of the crime, playing over and over in my mind. Your lipstick, your letters, your picture, your sweater. Everyday I find the pieces that you left behind.