I think I found the letters
Dated from last year
Pen bled through the paper
Ink ran from your tears
I could tell that you loved him
From the shaking of your words
You didn't cite the receiver
That was intentional I'm sure
You always had your reasons
I think I found the letters
I wrote at least once a month
I hoped that we read 'em together
So I never sealed 'em shut
Now they're buried in my bedroom
Never to see the light
They all say the same damn thing anyway
I ask if you're alright
I ask if you're alright
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?