I hold on to all the things
That make me think of you
I kept all your letters and sometimes
Late at night I read them through
I follow the ink on the page that expains all the things
That you'd never say to my face
I wish you still felt this way
I wish you still felt this way
It's been a couple months since we talked
I have a bunch of things that remind me of you
And I keep them in a box
I wrote a page of poetry to maybe send to you someday
I wrote you a letter but I'm scared of what it says
I wish that you still felt this way
I wish you still felt this way