This Letter (Hours Demo)

This is from the third downloadable disc of Your History Is Mine.
The lyrics are different from the acoustic version already up on this site.
Will you swallow my confession,
And leave me with this scar,
As it takes another second,
To let me go too far.
Will you hand out my objections,
So we can just move on,
With the hand over your mouth,
So sure, so sure we can.
Does it seem to matter anymore,
The road less travelled is taking me home.
I could write a thousand stories,
And never write one word,
Slowly moving moments,
Until there's nothing left to say.
We'll hitch a ride to somewhere,
And find out where to go,
And put this in perspective,
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over.
And...
Does it seem to matter anymore,
The road less travelled is taking me home,
And if you want me to hold you,
Well I won't,
This road less travelled is taking you home.
Will you swallow this confession,
And never ask me when,
All of this comes crashing,
I wished I was dead.
The letters you're owe me,
The letters you're owe me,
The letters you're owe me,
I wished I was dead.
And you let me go,
And you let me go,
And you let me go,
And you let me go,
Too far.