Cactus

Sitting here

Wishing on a cement floor

Just wishing that

I had just something you wore

I put it on when I go lonely

Will you take off your dress

And send it to me?

I miss your kissin'

And i miss your head

And a letter in your writing

Doesn't mean you're not dead

Just run outside in the desert heat

Make your dress all wet

And send it to me

I miss your soup and I miss your bread

And a letter in your writing

Doesn't mean you're not dead

So spill your breakfast

And drip your wine

Just wear that dress when you dine

D-A-V-I-D

So, sitting here wishing

On a cement floor

Just wishing that i had just something you wore

Bloody your hands on a Cactus tree

Wipe'em on your dress

And send it to me

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor

Just wishing that i had just something you wore