(Verse 1) The alarm clock screams into a silence it doesn't recognize There's a cold spot on the sheets that's a perfect your-body-size This pillow's still plump and full,no dent from your head I'm staring at a canyon in the king-size sea of my bed Your lamp on the nightstand hasn't switched on in a week And the floorboard on your side forgot how to creak (Chorus) And I don't miss the fighting,I don't miss the bitter talks I don't miss the way you'd leave your clothes in a box But I can't seem to warm up this half of the mattress This monument to absence,this cold, quiet practice Of waking up alone in the space that we made Yeah,I'm not missing you... I'm missing my side of the bed (Verse 2) I reach out in the dark out of habit,not out of need And find a wasteland of blankets and a stillness that bleeds I sleep diagonal now,a trespasser in my own domain Trying to outrun the chill,but it follows me just the same (Chorus) And I don't miss the silence that would follow a slammed door I don't miss the feeling of being loved a little less than before But I can't seem to warm up this half of the mattress This monument to absence,this cold, quiet practice Of waking up alone in the space that we made so,I'm not missing you... I'm missing my side of the bed. (my side of the bed) (Bridge) They ask if I miss your laugh,or the way you'd say my name And I guess I do,but that's a different kind of pain (Final Chorus) 'Cause I don't miss the future that we'll never see I just miss the warmth that was right next to me And I can't seem to warm up this half of the mattress This monument to absence,this cold, quiet practice Of waking up alone in the space that we made Yeah,I'm not missing you... No,I'm just missing my side... I'm missing my side of the bed. (Outro) (Music holds on a single, sustained pedal steel note. The guitar picking slows and fades.) My side... It's all just my side now. (Final, soft guitar pluck. Silence.)
