Dear Mrs., I know how messed up this is

I’m trying not to ruminate but I just can't dismiss this

I hope you like the flowers, I know that they’re your favorite

I saw them in the photo on his cell phone screen saver, see it’s

Hard to write this letter ‘cause I should have known better

But I think you oughta know about the time we spent together

Dear Mrs., I know how messed up this is

I’m trying not to ruminate but I just can't dismiss this

You’ve got to know, you’ve got to help me

Don’t forget me, let you, let me let him know

I'm not a secret to be kept like leaving on your wedding ring when guns are on the wall, no

I'm not a secret to be kept like woah, like no, no

I don’t sleep anymore

I don't

I won't