Letter

There are so many things to say
And nowhere left to say them
So I talk to my guitar
You know he’s never let me down
And so it goes another year,
Writing songs that you will never hear,
‘Cause you didn’t want a letter
You didn’t want a call
You didn’t want anything at all
Over and over
And over again
I try to forget
But forget to begin
I think I could get over you
If I only wanted to
But you didn’t want a letter
You didn’t want a call
You didn’t want anything at all
Take me to your time machine where I am always twenty-two
And fifteen dollar mirror balls feel like a dream come true
Before we had to worry about making up my mind
Where love and desperation and our arms are intertwined
Where people looking everywhere for anything that’s real
See something in a pair of eyes
They cannot name, but recognize
I wish you’d die alone
With only me to dream of
I wish I’d never known
Love isn’t really blind
I wish you’d have a better life
Than you would have had I been your wife
But you didn’t want a letter
You didn’t want a call
You didn’t want anything at all