I'll Treat Your Homeland Right

When we were speaking and I didn't hear from you I thought the worst--What if you died on me? All the time it was me who was dying and I doubt I filled your conscious the way you did mine. I'm still staying up late nights, but your voice isn't keeping me company. This paycheck will fill the void you left me with and even if it doesn't compare to having you I must learn that nothing will anyway. I'm not wondering how you're doing the next time I see the places we've been together but wondering if I'm the only one who can't take everything in and enjoy it anymore.