Eight Letters

(palm mute heavily throughout)

The fi[G]rst letter I wrote you was way too long
Way too crazy, way too scary, way t[C]oo sad
The second one I wrote you was way too short
Just said, "I love you, baby, please come b[G]ack."
The third one that I wrote you was right down the middle
Somehow it didn't quite sum it all [C]up.
The fourth one that I wrote you, I did the best that I could do
We both know that was never good e[G]nough.

Oh, I had n[Am]othing nice to say,
I s[C]aid it anyway.
I made myself feel a little be[G]tter
Oh, but [Am]in the end, I guess,
It was probably for the b[C]est
That I never bothered sending you th[G]ose letters.

The fifth one that I wrote you was one big, long joke
You probably wouldn't think was very funny
The sixth one that I wrote you was a strictly business note
Requesting you pay me back that last two months rent money
The seventh one was magic, it was totally romantic
it would have made your little boxer shorts melt
But the eighth time that I tried, I swear I couldn't even write.
I just curled up and cried all by myself

I had nothing nice to say,
I said it anyway.
I made myself feel a little better.
Oh, but in the end, I guess,
it was probably for the best
That I never sent you those letters.