The [bad word]  you find yourself alone again
 It's such a striking reminder
 And [bad word] with no return address
 You can't find her

 Seems like April Fool's, but the punchline [bad word] 
 You tell yourself, "Give it time, [bad word] #39; and you'll be fine"
 But the sun beats down and all I'm doing is thinking about you, about you
 Every day is a day without you, love is gone and I can't sleep

 One day I'll be looking back
 Until then this is all yours to keep
 "Give thanks it could be worse" 
 At least that's what you tell yourself, and it's almost convincing.

 [bad word] on cold, I swear that you don't know what you're missing
 Christmas time again, the loneliest of all, the fear of how to make it to New Year's
 Raise your glass and toast to the one you miss the most 
 And promise that you won't be doing this again in twelve month's time