last time i wrote you i meant to say sorry
i didnt mean for your eyes to get starry,
tried to say it, got stuck in my throat
but i meant every word that i wrote.
next time i see you i'm sure you'll be better,
easily passed the effects of my letter,
it looks not so sad written down,
how it lessens with each passing town.
it's fragile,
fragile,
like you.
like you.
breaking your heart was not what i hoped for,
i've said too much but can possibly say more.
maybe that's not being fair so it's lucky i'm here
&you're there.
put it inside your cigar box forever
&maybe someday you'll forgive me for never.
doing what you wanted most,
but you can't send true love through the post.
