I know you don't miss me
but I wish you would kiss me
and hug me and haunt me
and tell me you want me
and make me feel the way you always did.

Your smile my sunshine
your laughter my shoreline
I wish you were here
'cause I miss you my dear
please make me feel the way you always did.

There was this thing...remember?
It was something you said, not long ago...
Or maybe I just remember it that way.

would you believe me
if I told you the world's done?
I didn't think so

There's this thing that I think
that I thought I once knew;
but the thing is I think
that I ain't thunk it through.

~

Perhaps this is old,
perhaps this is new,
this odd little thought
I thought I once knew.

~

So I sits and I scritch
and I says to myself,
"Sort your wits slowly,
like plates on a shelf."

~

Maybe it's big,
perhaps it is small,
this odd little thought
that I cannot recall.