Its not all the flowers you sent me.
its not the surprises you planned.
its not the day you left.
thats not what i think about
when you come to mind.
i think about that night under the stars,
just me, you, the bonfire and the world.
talking about how it's gunna be,
how 'i miss you' just won't cut it
and the one word that keeps us hanging on, someday.
