This is my new song:
I’ll write you another letter
But this time my heads on a little better
I’m thinking a bit more straight
Every ink strike that stains the page
Will have more truth in it than this mouth will ever spit
Every dotted i and crossed t
Will tell of a longed for love that has yet to be
Every crossed out word
Will be my draft page cause you my dear
Deserve only the perfect print these fingers have yet to grip
Every blotched ink stain that remains on that page
Will be from my teardrops and aching heart
Cause I know I’m doomed, I know this thing between us will never start
We are not spring we wont blossom
We are autumn we’ll fall to the ground a different shade
And wait for someone else’s wind to sweep us away.