Misplaced

We could have never forgotten the balloons you wanted
They just forgot what to say
Because words that sparkle read "I miss you"
Instead of "happy birthday"

And your cake sits right here on the table
Next to the presents we're afraid to touch
And we just can't ignite any candles
That would still hurt too much

And on a day supposed to bring smiles
The world seems foreign and misplaced
You're wearing no silly birthday hat
No icing's spread across your face

And we're all done with denying we miss you
That a tiny part of us dies inside
Each time someone calls you
"That little boy who died"