I bought these cards for a high school graduation,
They just lay around, and I thought that I should say something.
My hands are shaking, at a coffee shop,
Love letters, what a concept.
When you receive them, at least it gives you something to hold,
Hope you feel me, reaching through the pages to your soul
I want to touch you, this'll have to do,
Love letters, what a concept
Why do words change meaning, over time
Now everything we have is redefined.
We lost the love between the lines,
Of who we are, and what we used to be.
I've got these memories, hiding in my bedside table,
I take them out sometimes, but I don't know if I'm able to,
Read them and remember when you meant the words you said,
Love letters what a concept.