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 can 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
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
I miss you