Sour, sweet, fresh it is,
In the garden smelling the flowers as the sun shines in,
Like love.
Like laughter.
Like me.
Like you.
This is one of the things I love to do,
Sitting alone on the swing singing a song,
All I do is think about you all day long,
Like flowers blooming on the first day of spring,
Like sitting on the beach watching the sun set,
These things can't compare to my feelings for you,
They can't come between how I crave you,
Most of all how I love you.
The things we do is all over in my head,
I don't know what I'll do probably I'll end up dead,
If you don't come home and be here again.
I miss you and I can't do this all over again.