Dear Mrs., I know how messed up this is
I'm trying not to ruminate but I just can't dismiss this
I hope you like the flowers, I know that they're your favorite
I saw them in the photo on his cell phone screen saver, see it's
Hard to write this letter 'cause I should have known better
But I think you oughta know about the time we spent together
Dear Mrs., I know how messed up this is
I'm trying not to ruminate but I just can't dismiss this
You've got to know, you've got to help me
Don't forget me, let you, let me let him know
I'm not a secret to be kept like leaving on your wedding ring when guns are on the wall, no
I'm not a secret to be kept like woah, like no, no
I don't sleep anymore
I don't
I won't