Let this be the last love letter
Written but never sent
Instead made to wait
Held for fear it
Was not the key
To unlock your heart
And open up the chest
Too frail, broken, and not the best
Just like the time that you wore
Your heart on your sleeve
Saying "Hey, is there any room for me?"
Oh and just like
The time that you called
Broken open, please
You said ‘I'm open, I am ready'
Let this be the last
Love letter never sent
Never sent
Never sent
Never sent
Let this be the last love letter
Received but never read
Instead made to wait
For fear that the heart could not hold
Instead folded into a book
Then book onto shelf, shelf to box
Packed with everything else
Until the years
The years piled and grew
With a heart held in a sling
Slow and steady and remembering
Just like the time that you wore
Your heart on your sleeve
Saying "Is there room? I am open, I am ready."
Let this be the last
Love letter never read
Never read
Never read
Never read
Dear you
Well it started as a letter
That I wrote in the hopes
That soon things would get better
But they did not
Oh the tin foil wings
And the tin foil crowns
Burn them all
You said, burn them all down
But leave me the soul
Because the soul knows how to sing
The simplest songs
That explains everything
The heart knows it too
The heart knows how to sing
Well the head only knows what it knows
What it knows from remembering
Let this be the last love letter never read
