last time I wrote you I meant to say sorry
I didn't mean for your eyes to get starry
trying to say it got stuck in my throat
but I meant every word that I wrote
next time I see you I'm sure you'll be better
easily past the effects of my letter
it looks not so sad written down
and it lessens with each passing town
it's fragile
fragile like you
like you
breaking your heart was not what I hoped for
I've said too much and can't possibly say more
maybe that's not being fair
so it's lucky I'm here and you're there
put it inside your cigar box forever
and maybe someday you'll forgive me for never
doing what you wanted most
but you can't send true love through the post