Waking up without you it doesn't feel right.
To sleep with only memories is harder every night.
And sometimes I think I can feel you breathing on my neck.

Henry woke up in a cold sweat. He was dreaming about the day he proposed.
Only instead of ending in happiness it ended in the horror of her accident.
It had been five months since that night. She had been on her way home from the hospital.
She was in a hurry to share the news with Henry.
Not seeing the driver speeding her way in the intersection until the last second.
Henry went over to his desk and pulled out a picture. It was a sonogram of the baby.
The news that she was rushing home to tell. Henry felt a gust of cold air that made the hair on his neck stand up.
"Hello Ashlee", he said with a small smile.
Henry walked to the double doors that led out into the backyard. Looking out at the night sky.
"Perfect", he thought as he opened the doors and slipped out.

Tonight I'm reaching out to the stars.
I think that he owes me a favor.
It doesn't matter where you are.
I'll hold you again.

Henry sank to the ground. Yelling at the sky.
"You took her from me! You took our child away! Why! Why..."
He blamed himself at first, he was supposed to be with her that night.
Instead he had to go record some violin scores for an upcoming track. You understood and went alone.
Henry proceeded to lay on the ground, crying. Why is it that he couldn't let go?
All the things you could have had together, including a family, were gone.
Then he saw it. A shooting star. Right then and there he made a promise,
"I don't know where you are right now Ash, but that doesn't matter. One day I'll hold you in my arms again."
Henry stayed on the ground until the first hints of dawn. He was tired and made his way back inside.

I wish I could hear your voice.
Don't leave me alone in this bed.
I wish I could touch you once more.
Don't leave me alone in this bed.
Not tonight, not tomorrow...

Inside Henry was cuddled into her favorite blanket on the couch.
The cold breeze, that he thought was you, was there with him.
He popped in a movie. A home movie of just a lazy day at the house.
Ashlee's harmonious voice floated through the air from the speakers.
"I wish I could hear your voice whispering in my ear again."
Henry said as he cuddled deeper into the blanket and continued watching.
You were taping him, teasing him, so what did he do? A tickle fight ensued.
The camera had dropped off to the side but you could still see the silly ness that was going on.
The moment slowed as you locked eyes. He held onto one of your hands tight, his other caressed your cheek.
You guys looked over at the camera with slight smiles on your faces.
As you giggled Henry reached over and shut it off.
"I wish I could touch you like that once again."
Henry sighed and shut off the TV. Soon he fell asleep.
"I wish you were here Ash." he mumbled into the blanket.

I've got the feeling that this will never cease.
Living in these pictures never comes with ease.
I swear if I can make this right
You'd be back by now.

A week went by and Henry was still the same. He never felt right anymore.
Was is because he walked past pictures of you guys everyday?
They were all over the walls, on every stand, even in drawers.
They were everywhere, but he just couldn't bring himself to take them down.
If only he had gone with her that night, maybe he wouldn't be alone.
Maybe she would have been there with him. Henry walked out into the backyard.

Tonight I'm screaming out to the stars.
He knows he owes me a favor.
It doesn't matter where you are.
You'll be mine again.

Another night of him yelling to the sky. "You owe me this! I want her back! Please..."
This had become a ritual of some sort for Henry. Yelling to the starry night.
Yelling for him to bring her back.
He knew the things in life he had wanted with Ashlee were never going to happen.
He had stayed out until he could see the stars no more.
Except for one, to which he whispered, "You'll be mine again Ash. Just wait."

I wish I could hear your voice.
Don't leave me alone in this bed.
I wish I could touch you once more.
Don't leave me alone in this bed.

Today. Today was the six month anniversary of her death.
Henry thought he could hear her voice, singing through-out the house.
He ran to where he thought he heard her and saw nothing at all.
He could feel her touch on his arms no matter what he did.
And when he turned around he yet again saw nothing. It was driving him crazy.
But he knew that it was all going to be resolved soon.

Thought about the friends that we had
We'd be crazy not to go.
Meet me at Capeside.

Henry had carefully planned this day out.
Texting his friends, knowing they wouldn't get it until late.
He set out to the back yard. Gun in one hand. Liquid courage in the other, he would need it for this.
He thought long and hard.
And decided that if he wanted to really see her again he would have to take his own life.
And no one was going to stop him from doing so.
He drank and drank until there was nothing left.
The stars shone in the sky and a cool breeze stung the night.
Crying at the memories that flashed in his head.
He remembered something Ashlee had once said to him.
"If we would ever get separated, we should have a place to meet at. How about Capeside beach?!"
"Ashlee," he smiled "I'll meet you at Capeside."
Instead of putting a bullet in his brain he put the gun to his chest and pulled the trigger.
Straight through the heart.

I wish I could hear your voice.
Don't leave me alone in this bed.
I wish I could touch you once more.
Don't leave me alone in this bed.

Don't leave me alone (x3)
Don't leave me alone in this bed.
Don't leave me alone (x3)
Don't leave me alone in this bed...