[Verse 1] Dear Persephone, Well, this feels absurd I’m writing words I’ll never send To someone I’ve barely learned My therapist insists this helps Though I think he’s full of shit Still talking to a piece of paper Can’t be worse than dealing with it [Pre-Chorus] I’ve rewritten this three times now Crossed out every other line Trying to find the proper words For something I can’t quite define [Chorus] I don’t know your favorite color Or what keeps you up at night I don’t know the songs you sing Or if you leave on hallway lights I don’t know nearly enough To call this love and have it be true But I know I miss you when you’re gone And I don’t know what to do [Verse 2] I always thought that love arrived Slow and steady over years Not all at once like lightning strikes And leaves you sorting through your fears The truth is I don’t know you Not nearly as well as I should But every conversation leaves me Wanting one more if I could [Pre-Chorus] And maybe that’s infatuation Maybe that’s all this will be But if that’s true then why’s the thought Of losing it unsettling me? [Chorus] I don’t know your favorite color Or the top ten things you hate I don’t know if you’re an early riser Or if you’d gladly sleep till eight I don’t know nearly enough To call this love and have it be true But I know your kindness lingers Long after I stop talking to you [Bridge] You never asked for any of this And that may be the hardest part You’ve met every awkward advance With more grace than I deserve by far And I’m ashamed of how much comfort I’ve started finding in your light Because the thought of never feeling it again Keeps me awake tonight I know that’s far too much to carry For someone so young to hold And I’ve got enough baggage of my own To fill a thousand years of road [Final Chorus] I don’t know your favorite color Or what your future’s meant to be I don’t know where this road is going Or what it says about me I don’t know nearly enough To promise anything to you But I know this letter won’t be sent And somehow that hurts too [Outro] Dear Persephone… No. That’s enough. Goodnight.
