It's Sunday, April 19th and I Miss You - Flatsound

When you were a child on the farm

You saw him pin her by the weight of his arms

So she left in the night when you were in bed

And took your trust when she left

You’re already hurt

I’m so scared that if you put your trust in me

I’ll make it worse

I’ll hurt you

I picked a flower from the stem

And watched it die in my hands

And I screamed «Oh my God, I did it again»

I’m destroying innocence

So I can’t stay

And my heart’s too weak to think

About the way you used to say

«I miss you»

I miss you