I am questioning everything There's something you're hiding Under your wings A gun you found when you were a kid Brought it home, hid it underneath the sink Always ask "Could I shoot you?" I said "Never, it would go right through you." Your hair always felt so soft And your breath always reeked of peach tea Now you're a million miles away Putting cigarettes into ashtrays And I'm missing you every day It's not like I could've made you stay