i kept all of your letters in a box, i wanted to keep them really safe
i never have anything interesting to say, so when i write letters, i make no sense
but you keep all of mine in a ribbon-tied box in your bedroom, under your bed
it’s all the same and you treasure every one you get

in my address book, you’re listed under Cherry
my only one, the love of my life and i’ll keep you until the day i die

i stopped receiving letters from you about three months ago
i don’t know if you’re just really busy or you don’t feel much like writing
but i took autumn walks around the cemetery in october
i thought it would make me feel more grateful, to remind myself that i’m alive
and now it’s winter, i’m thinking of how it’s too cold for me to go to sleep
and i don’t feel too appreciative anymore