v.1 what i needed to say

Sunday's were always our night

in the kitchen always filled with smoke

we didn't know how to cook

but we always laughed

i don't remember the last time we were together

just us sisters

the smell of burnt cookies are fading

the sound of your laughter has no tone

the warmth i use to feel when I'm around you

isn't there no more

you left though

that's why i cant feel

if you turned back around
and never got on that plane

i would of known of what to say

and if i got to see you again

I'd tell you

i love you