Love letters that I wrote, Love letters I sent

Love letters I put into an envelope and stamped

Lyrics mean nothing if they aren't pored over, reread, or scanned

Tears onto the page, blood on my pen—I'll use it as ink written with a shaky hand.

Even if it smears, even if I struggle, I'll write.

Even if you won't read it, even if I know you won't,

I'll write.