Andrew Jimenez - Andrew, Just (3) Letters Unwritten
Here I am, drunk again
yesterday's clothes,
all lines with no filling
oh, but wait
I was you for a minute
window open, empty bed
like envelopes for letters unwritten
There you are, like the snowfall
beautiful, yes,
but cold and desolate
oh, but wait
I can feel you burning yet
window open, empty bed
like envelopes for letters unwritten
There we stood in a photograph
like a bridge
from the past to forever
oh, but wait
we were never diamonds
window open, empty bed
like envelopes for letters unwritten
We should be making love
right over there
on the couch together
oh, but wait
It was I who left you, my mistake
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