gone is the grace

Took off my gloves and I hung up my coat

Sat myself down to write you a note

Thought about dialling your number at first

But as the phone rang, well, the words left my throat

I must have tried every combination of words

Sitting for hours and fumbling the words

Well, in the end, I as good as gave up

Just a Post-it that read, "Please don't wait up"

Could have sworn I was better at this

I never used to be so hit or miss

Whatever happened to all of my grace?

These days, some things just feel so hard to face

Figured my Post-it got swept away

And to be honest, I had more to say, but

Even as I put my pen to the page

The words don't add up to what I try to convey

Confession that rests on the edge of my lips

Talk myself off of a ledge, get a grip

Gather my strength and I pull in the breath

Feel so embarrassed, it scares me to death

I wrote a song, but it probably won't work

This chorus feels weak, and so does the verse

But I wrote this letter, full of mistakes

Just to say, "I'd like to see you again"