I have this rule, if I see you in my dreams three times in a weekI have to reach out and see if you're doing fineYes, oh my, and it's not a lieJust wanna press my nose up to the glass of your lifeWe were in good, but we triedIt's the fourth of JulyThat must be why you're on my mindWhen your family dog diedI waited all nightTill you showed up on my doorstepAnd I held you tightAs you criedEven if we don't talkI hope every fall you remember it allIf I could press my nose up to the glass of that nightI'd look back and I'd smileCause it was worth all my timeThat must be why you're on my mindYour grandma still commentsOn some of my postsAnd I can't play, play youngCause I need youAlways crying in the carCause you never made me startBut I'm glad every ChristmasWe closed out the barAnd I'm glad every ChristmasHas brought you backAnd we're CompassionateTo make you proudAnd Luke has becomeOf hopeyour loveThat timesEvery single dayLook downBut they're areaWe can doWe don'tAlways reap what you sowSo I'll plant a gardenAt my new apartmentWe let go of our ***But I wouldn't change it