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.