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