A feeling I can't shake.

From every waking moment
I feel my empty bed.
I can see the meals cooked for one
and have only known dates with friends.

I sing love songs to music, to
foreign, indifferent ears.
My "you" is never you, and
my love is never returned.

I don't even know who you are.
How can my lips long for a kiss
that they have never felt,
and my eyes await your invisible face?

Your touch is every man I've ever known
and every kiss I've never felt.
I know you in my dreams,
but have we ever met?

You are my first true love,
and I don't even know who you are.
My "you" is never you,
but have we ever met?