Three-Hundred-Sixty-Five, you are on my mind
With each rotation, it hits harder every time
Life isn’t fair, this much I’m certain so
I still catch myself staring at my phone
That good morning text - I miss the most
Random calls
“Why aren’t you answering your phone?”
“I want to tell you about my day”
“Hurry up, and get home”
I hope you’re writing down every little thing you do
Blow the candles out
Happy Birthday, I love you.
