I Miss You

The cherries are rising, uprooted and flying
Drifting further away
Bittersweet when you see them, only seasonly eaten
Overripe and the taste has changed

Daisy says that I should call
And when you'd spoken, you seemed well
That I should come out and say it
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, can you pick a day?

Daisy says that I should call
And when you'd spoken, you seemed well
That I should come out and say it
If I don't, I'll kick myself, so

I miss you
I miss you

Daisy says that I should call
And when you'd spoken, you seemed well
That I should come out and say it
If I don't, I'll kick myself, so

I miss you
I miss you