You-Shaped Hole by Cold Mailman Lyrics

Who am I when you are gone?
What is this I'm chewing on?
A muted sigh, a mew, a groan?
All in all I think I know

I'll be fine without you
But I'd much rather be with you

You are white and blue and stoned
You were high, now you are low
I’m too wry and obtuse to know
How to fill this you-shaped hole;

I'll be fine without you
I'll just much rather be with you

From the sky you threw a bone
To see if I, like you, had grown
To your surprise I grew alone
Trying to fill this you-shaped hole
I’ll be fine without you
But I'd much rather be with you