I’m digging through letters for clues
For endearments that will fill my cup
They spill over and fall away
As they come in with a rush
Too many to grasp
I pick them up one by one
In hopes to hold onto
Little pieces of you
I’m digging through letters for clues
For endearments that will fill my cup
They spill over and fall away
As they come in with a rush
Too many to grasp
I pick them up one by one
In hopes to hold onto
Little pieces of you