I Miss You

The cherries are rising

Uprooted and flying

Drifting further away

Bittersweet when you see them

Only seasonally eaten

Overripe and the taste has changed

Daisy says that I should call

And when you'd spoken you'd seemed well

That I should come out and say it

And if I don't I'd kick myself

So I miss you

Cigarettes for my dinner

You say I'm getting thinner

ANd soon I might wither away

The buzz of the phone

When are you coming home

Please could you pick a day

Daisy says that I should call

And when you'd spoken you'd seemed well

That I should come out and say it

And if I don't I'd kick myself

So I miss you