Letters

Writing letters
Get better soon
Piece it together
Remind me why you

Loved sunny weather
With this drought all we need is rain
But who can complain

I'll read your letters
Over again
In between the lines we're
More than friends

I'll take your coat dear
But not your pen

Write me your letters
And I'll melt right through
Your frozen fingers take me with you

On endless car rides
Midnights spent by your side

Rock me to sleep in a cold rocking chair
Words written on parchment
Whisper you're not there
Falling to pieces starts with tiny tears
But I never said the way I feel is fair

It slips my mind that one day there won't be
Just an object of my affection
And one day someone will look into my eyes
And not just to see their own reflection

So I take every word with a grain of salt
Remember most things are my fault
Fantasy's high ran me aground
Like the string of lights we hung together
It had to be torn down

Oh

We used to be so close

Creepy faces I'd make at you
Words come in whispers
Couldn't believe they're true
In dark corners you would hold me through
Others turning away
While you laughed with me too

Writing letters
How have you been?
Talking like old friends
New chapters begin
I've never been special one half of a whole
Two dreamers sharing one soul

Rock me to sleep in a cold rocking chair
Words written on parchment whisper you're not there
Falling to pieces starts with tiny tears
But I never said what I feel is fair

It slips my mind that one day there won't be
Just an object of my affection
And someday someone will look into my eyes
And not just to see their own reflection

So I take every word with a grain of salt
Remember most things are my fault
Fantasy's high ran me aground
Like the string of lights we hung together
It had to be torn down

Oh

We were never that close

So I'll go
Take your words
I know withholding the truth hurts
I'm another book on your shelf
And you hate to read
Not being honest with myself
Hurts you less than me

I'll try to stay positive
I lied can't help being a cynic
I'm really good at believing stories are true
Cause not one of these letters were written by you

Rock me to sleep in a cold rocking chair
Words written on parchment whisper
You were never there