[bad word] hollowplace

Lyrics:
I listen to the radio
Sometimes when I'm home alone
Thinking about the days we spent
And the nights I waited next to the telephone
(You never called)
I can hear my heartbeat, punch through the silence,
When I'm lying in bed with my headphones on
It's probably all my fault that you're gone.

And I've been coughing ever since I heard you leave
And then I went straight back to sleep
I wish the bags under my eyes weren't as heavy as my head
And I'll wait till [bad word] home, 
Look through the window at the streets below
One of the downsides of being honest is that I'll be sleeping on my own.

I knew you couldn't wait for me to leave at 6am.
The coldness of your skin reminded me of the last time I held your hand
(I feel nothing)
And I can feel your heartbeat, push through my T-shirt as we
lie awake at 2am.
I know that you are thinking the same thing.

Sometimes it's hard, thinking [bad word] letting go
Of all the things you've held so tightly, and that you'll never know
How it feels to be loved by somebody else
There's a hole inside my chest that will never be filled.