Oh there's a knock Who could it be I slowly open the door And it's Grief Grief's an old friend of mine Wasn't expecting him soon But I let him in And go fix him a room Fix him some tea Make him comfortable Grief demands company But pushes me out the door He leaves dirt on my pillow He leaves clothes in my room He's not a nice house guest But he tells me the truth Well, the truth is I've got An empty room sitting there I may as well just let Grief move in He pays decent rent Of course I'd rather have you Miss your dishes piled in the sink I would clean them twice over If you'd come back to me But I sit down with Grief And we watch a nice chick flick With popcorn and milk duds Til I think I'll be sick He hands me a glass Though I hate to drink alone But when friends call me over Well, then he needs me at home I will be friendly I will be true But Grief is your ghost But he's nothing like you Grief holds my hand But it's cold and feels bony Not like midsummer nights When you used to hold me I spend all my nights wondering where you could be It's funny how you're probably off somewhere happy While Grief's by my bedside and I didn't invite him to stay But I need you Grief and I are closer now He might be making me whole I forget that he's there sometimes Cause he's part of my soul Of course I'd rather have you Miss your clothes on my floor Miss your laugh in my living room Miss your knock on my door Miss your hands on my piano Miss your mouth on my coffee cups Miss your head on my pillow Miss your spills on my counter tops I think I need you Miss your dishes piled in my sink I would clean them twice over If you'd come back to me