You wrote me a letter
That you never sent.
I found it in your apartment
On accident.
And I can make,
I can make do with it.
If you must be vague,
if you say you can't stay true.
The driving to see me
The singing and grieving,
they can't save you from what's to come.
You were so damn terrified
of something you might find
And to catch you from my arms
And I can make,
I can make do with it.
If you must be vague
if you can't say you'll stay true
And I can make,
I can make do with it.
If you must be vague,
if you say you can't stay true.
