Crawl closer in the hay
Spent so much time away
Nothing like a familiar blanket
Much missed but you didn't take it
I loved you like your mother
You know I loved no other
But I can't help feeling embarra**ed
All grown up but you're still wearing
Sipping from a tit
Hung up on the hair on my lips
On the skin where the kisses sit
Looking just like a little kid
Who can't out grow his past
Looking back with a milk moustache
Still pretty in the picture
Know that its hard not to miss you
With seashells in our pockets
The photo in your locket
Sipping from a tit
Hung up on the hair on my lips
On the skin where the kisses sit
Cling to fingers like little kids
Who can't out grow their past
Looking back with a milk moustache