Eight Letters

The first letter I wrote you was way too long

Way too crazy, way too scary, way too sad

The second one I wrote you was way too short

Just said, "I love you, baby. Please come back."

The third one that I wrote you was right down the middle

Somehow it didn't quite sum it all up.

The fourth one that I wrote you, I did the best that I could do

We both know that was never enough.

I had nothing nice to say,

I said it anyway.

Somehow it made me feel better.

Oh, but in the end, I guess,

It was probably for the best

That I never sent you those letters.

The fifth one that I wrote you was one big, long joke

You probably wouldn't think was very funny

The sixth one that I wrote you was a strictly business note

Requesting you pay me back that last two months rent money

The seventh one was magic, it was totally romantic

it would have made your little boxer shorts melt

But the eighth time that I tried, I swear I couldn't even write.

I just curled up and cried all by myself

I had nothing nice to say,

I said it anyway.

Somehow it made me feel better.

Oh, but in the end, I guess,

it was probably for the best

That I never sent you those letters.