I Miss You

I would play and sing a song if you could listen.

I’d paint you up a picture if you could see.

I’d bring you fresh cut flowers if you could smell them.

And if you could feel we would go swing against the breeze.

I’d show you all my scars if you would let me.

And I promise not to tell you how I feel.

‘Cuz in the end I know it’s all just fiction.

And all of this would change to something real.

There are so many things that I could tell you.

And I’d skip the parts where I was feeling down.

It’s hard to fake a smile when you need to.

And I guess I just miss having you around.