on sunny days, i go out walking
i end up on a tree-lined street
i look up at the gaps of sunlight
i miss you more than anything
i don't need the world to see
that i've been the best i can be, but
i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me
and autumn comes when you're not yet done
with the summer passing by, but
i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me