Your Words

I bind together all the love letters you ever wrote to me
I keep them tucked under my bed usually
But under my pillow when I get so lonely
And I want to feel close to your words

In reality you are a man of few words
And that is why I cherish each of them
And I sing my lonely late night love songs to you
I hum to you, knowing you may never hear me
Or see me, but I see you
I know you

And they may knock on my door
But I won't answer
I'll just lie here
Surrounded by paper
Surrounded by the echo
Surrounded by the whiskey kisses I will never know again

I tell myself I'm not wearing black for you
But it isn't the truth
I tell myself that I'm not crying for you
But it isn't the truth
I tell myself I never loved you
But it isn't the truth

I bind together all the love letters you ever wrote to me
I keep them tucked under my bed usually
But under my pillow when I get so lonely
And I want to feel close to your words again