Love Song (From Your Letters)

I'm at a payphone now
I got a letter from you this morning
Written on the back of an old postcard
The words had all been smudged
Cause you were left handed and you wrote with that inky pen
I hate it
Cause I am too

My eyes, they overflowed
Reading the words you wrote me
Sincere, just like the last
Of how you wanted to go
Leave it all behind you
But then, you changed your mind

So darling please, stand by me, if I fall
And keep my grip, caught between your lips and the words you call
Teach me how to write a love song, cause I've always wanted to feel
When people listen along, they think what I write is real

As I stand in that little red box, I can hardly wrap my thoughts
Over your stark suggestions
You're far more rounded than I'll ever be
Every time you speak to poetry, I just turn back and smile

I swear to God it makes me sick
Every time the words leave your lips, ignorance is truly bliss
Take me home now so I can see
The person clearly falling here is me
Different than I used to be

So darling please, stand by me, if I fall
And keep my grip, caught between your lips and the words you call
Teach me how to write a love song, cause I've always wanted to feel
When people listen along, they think what I write is real

When people listen along, they think what I write is real