Friday, December 5, 2025

forever isn’t long enough

i want to tell you what you want to hear

and i want to mean it too

check your mailbox for the letter i sent you

i froze some tears and they’re enclosed

forever stamps won’t cover it

you’re gonna need a bigger desk for this

if the mailman saw us kiss i wouldn’t mind

wouldn’t be the slightest bit embarrassed

and if i were an envelope i'd wrap you up tight

and keep your words nice and warm at night

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