Bottle of you

I squeeze the last bit of you Out of a bottle of your old shampoo It smells just like you Now I do too Rinse out my hair and wipe my eyes As your soap rolls in between my toes Dry myself off in the moonlight And I can touch you Every time I breath in through my nose I wish that I had faith in you I watched you breath into a heartbreak The night we first held hands Your eyes they switched from blue to green Then they went back to being blue again You say you never get to sleep 'Cause all your dreams are buried in the sand I could barely hear you crying Over the buzz of our electric fan I wish that I had faith in you