[Intro] Drawer full of envelopes, none of 'em sealed [Verse 1] Wrote my father twelve letters and I mailed him none Every draft a different version of a different son First one angry, second one was beggin' for a call Third one act like he ain't never left at all By the seventh I had stopped writin' to the man I was writin' to the kid who didn't understand That forgiveness ain't a gift you hand somebody else It's a door you close quiet when you're findin' yourself [Hook] Letters I never mailed, stacked up in a drawer Everything I needed sayin' didn't need him no more I ain't bitter, I'm just finished, and the difference is sweet Some ghosts you don't banish, you just give 'em a seat
