enclosed: emotional dust Video (MV)

I'm enclosing my love in a letter
Wishing you had stuck around
Long enough for it to arrive
I still have your washi tape
It's stuck to my rearview mirror
I only drove you around once
I look at those stripes
Sometimes I cry while I drive
It's not always allergies
Stuck in the middle of this silence
I can feel your growing absence
More than I ever felt your presence
I don't want to forget
All the kind things you once said
But it hurts to revisit old texts
Just words on a screen
Why do they feel like
Paper cuts on my heart
My friend Dom, he delivers the mail
He understands how to feel things deeply
But I never told him about you
I keep buying more stamps
They sit in a pile on my desk
I am collecting emotional dust
I am collecting emotional dust
I am collecting emotional dust