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 explains all the things that you, 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 you, one day
I wrote you a letter but I'm scared of what it will say
I wish you still felt this way
I wish you still felt this way
Felt this way
