I Wrote A Letter

I wrote a letter.

I think my mistake was listening to my friends.

What can two people in love know about you and me?

I guess I was feeling reckless.

I bared my soul on the page and we went for a drive.

It was like a no good really cheesy movie.

With pretty slim chances of a happy ending.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Three years too early to blame it on the drinking.

I wrote a letter.

My mistake was listening to my heart.

I waited and wondered what you looked like while reading it.

Did it even make you happy for a minute

Or was the best I would ever get always your pity?

I put on my rose-colored glasses.

All I saw was best friends to lovers.

It just helped me cover up the tears.

I was so sure it all meant something.

That you were feeling just a fraction of my joy and pain.

Was the thought really so insane?

I wrote a letter.

How was I to know you'd write me too?

That was the end of me and you.

You got your friends to lovers.

I hope they treat you well.

I remember hearing about them and that feels swell.

I didn't learn my lesson.

I'm still writing letters.

Sometimes I'm writing songs when I'm not well.

I'll find the one who likes my letters.

Signed,

With Love