Not Coming Back

Under my skin, I felt it when I began and you ended.
Why are you sleeping in your bed?
Do you feel it again and again, dreaming of forgiveness?
In the space that I left, is it colder?
Are you in your head?
Now it's finally sinking in that I'm not coming back.
I'm not coming back.
I'm not coming back.
I'm not coming back.
I'm not coming back.