Letters

Girl, I don't know how to post this through your door It seems like people don't write love letters anymore But even if you read this, you wouldn't really understand I tried to be sensitive but that's not my forté cause I'm a man Maybe my emotions are getting ill because my ink ain't ready But my eyes don't suffer much, drop and tease, they crumble Cross their eyes, it's just not much, but the X makes heart in heart Crazy, my life, crazy, my life In ten years from now I'll read this love letter Thinking so long, I shouldn't still regret her Could still be alive, could still be alive In ten years from now you'll read this love letter Thinking as my wife your life is better Ever since your sweet 16, I tried to surprise you But I fucked this up, writing in black when your favourite colour is blue And now fast forward a few years more And I'm outside your door, I've gone 24 and I don't know what to do just to say anymore But I hold this love letter (you see the pain in my voice I lost the heart in my chest, and if you're looking at my life, it's so tough to avoid) Wanna put it to a candle and watch it burn up Because what was keeping it together, that was like us Better, better