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 youd 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