I have this body pillow on my bed
And if you come into my room
After a night of sad songs and silent tears
You will find me holding that pillow
Like I used to do to you

I have some close friends
And I'm sure they mean well
But I'm tired of them asking about you
Like they used to when you were still mine

The saddest part is that when you do come around
I try to hide it but I still look at you
The way I used to