Verse 1:

You said you’d meet me in January

You never came now it’s February

Couple weeks into March damn

April Fools now I’m gettin’ worried

This is the worst May the first day

Try to imagine the thirty-first babe

Now we in June and I haven’t heard the first thing

The summer sun shines but it ain’t encouraging

You said you’d call me in July

Now we in August so you lied

The trees are bald and a few died

The leaves are fallin’ they’re too dry

I look for you in September

You didn’t come but October I expect better

And so November comes around

Then December comes around

Now I’m sendin’ you this love letter like

Verse 2:

You said you’d text me on Sunday

Then you neglect me it’s Monday

I’m not upset see it’s something

The main thing is the stressing gets mundane

‘cause I ain’t hear from you Tuesday

I chalked it up as a blues day

I found this letter in the suitcase

Smeared up from what smells like toothpaste

Hope this letter is from you babe

But I’ll check it in a few babe

Thursday now it’s Friday?

Might as well read this letter it’s been two days

So I opened it on Saturday

It couldn’t have been a sadder day

‘cause the letter said you had what? gone to get married? ‘cause you waited and I never came