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