I Don't Believe in Soulmates

I get soft sometimes

Day to day life feels cheap without you by my side 

I think of temporary ways to cure this emptiness

but none come to mind

Between school and work life has become this certain hell

Do you want to know a secret?

Sometimes my soul escapes my body

and just leaves it running

like some sort of shell

My soul makes it's way to your window,

so pretty as you sleep 

I wonder what goes on in your silly head

we should trade soul sometimes 

so you can let me see