I sent your love letters to a different address,
She will never listen like you do,
My picture frames are all on their bellies,
Between the wooden skeletons lies your face placed beside mine,
Even after the waves settled, you were the only daydream left,
The way your lips grazed my own,
And how our hands came together like puzzle pieces,
You tell me that you love my poems,
All these words are yours, take them from me,
Leave your regards on my machine,
Just to hear your voice again