It's Sunday morning
The sun bathes on my face and I can't help but contort in discomfort
I allow myself to stand up and crawl towards the window
I allow my bones to crack as my bare legs support my body
I allow a tear to fall down my face as I listen to the birds and reflect on your words.

I might be scared, I might be a coward but I know that I have you
I know what you are and I know how you feel.

You are the sunlight I feel.
So warm and so bright
You're the bird singing me a song.
A pretty melody, the tune in my head
You're the air kissing my skin.
So light and refreshing
You're my entire world
But you still don't understand and I still can't find the courage to tell you