throw me a rope

I want you between me and the feeling i get when i miss you, but everything here's telling me i should be fine, so why is it so, it bothers below that im missing you every time? i got used to you whispering things to me into the evening, we followed the sun, and it's colours, and left this world, it seems to me, that i'm definately, hearing the best that i've heard,so throw me a rope, to hold me in place, show me a clock, for counting my days, down, cos everythings easier when you're beside me,
come back and find me, cos i feel alone. and whenever you go it's like holding my breath under water, i have to admit that i kinda like it when i do, oh but i got to be, unconditionally, unafraid, of my days, without you.