06 - Letters I never sent

There's a shoebox on the highest shelf, Tied with string, gone soft with years. Each envelope, a piece of myself That I was too scared to let you hear. The ink's still dark, the stamps still bright, But the address was always you. I'd write until the morning light, Then fold it up and hide it too. Oh, these are the letters I never sent, Every "forgive me," every "I meant it." Pages of love with nowhere to go, Words that you never got to know. I held them close, I held them tight, And lost you somewhere in the night. I heard you moved across the sea, Found a house with a yellow door. I hope you laugh as easily As you did the days before. I hope the one who holds your hand Knows what a gift you are. I'm just a man who couldn't stand To see you drive away so far. Oh, these are the letters I never sent, Every "forgive me," every "I meant it." Pages of love with nowhere to go, Words that you never got to know. I held them close, I held them tight, And lost you somewhere in the night. Dear you, I still keep your jacket by the door. I still set two cups on the shelf. I never learned to say it out loud, So I'm saying it to myself. Whatever road you're on tonight, I hope it's warm, I hope it's wide. And if you ever think of me, Just know I tried. (Oh-oh-oh... oh-oh-oh...) Oh, these are the letters I'm sending now, Every "forgive me," every vow. Pages of love with somewhere to go, Words that you finally get to know. I held them close, I held them tight, And now I'm sending them into the light. Yes, these are the letters I'm sending now, Every "forgive me," every vow. Pages of love with somewhere to go, Words that you finally get to know. I held them close, I held them tight, And now I'm sending them into the light.