I think daffodils will always make me think of you
And how you could brighten up a mood, the way the yellow blossom reminds us that spring is coming.
I look at the step where you sat, where you turned to me for comfort.
Isn’t it silly that I want to turn to you now, I want your comfort, as if I’m the one who died?

Your love is there or it isn't,
There is no in between.
I do not no what grey is,
It's all black and white to me.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Where I am always warm and always loved.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Your hands around my waist keeping me grounded.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
So that every time I look up your lips will meet mine.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Because I know when I have sad days you'll only hold me tighter.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Where my mothers disappointment will be reflected off my shoulders.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Your love will be the only words to impact me.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
The smell of your flannels reminding me to breath.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Your touch telling me I am part of your beautiful life.

I want to live in the crook of your neck.