Love Letters

I'm reading all my love letters to you I wrote but never sent em You probably woulda stayed had I Shown half the vulnerability that I Had put up in em Well, I knew that then And it haunts me still Pride and trauma makes for one hell Of a drama am I listed as the villain In your life's playbill My biggest fear's I won't find Someone as good as you While you're the one that got away What am I to you? Promised I'd change, but these habits Come with high conversion rates In the end it cost me less to stay the Same so I Hold on to foolish notions like I must be on your mind if you're on Mine I really wish I had some better Foresight I'd probably still mess it up had the Foresight Can somebody please Teach me the art of letting go I don't Wanna be the fool that's Still holding on to the phone still Don't hear the dial tone I Teach me the art of letting go I don't Wanna be the fool that Don't wanna be the fool Looking back 16 was kinda young to Be in love Am I forgiven for the mess I made of Us Did what we could with what life Had given us Is it selfish I resented you then for Giving up I've learned it's a skill though You know I ain't the best at letting Things go Could be ripping off my fingers and I'd hold on tight To the hope I'm a believer things'll Turn out right I guess that Fate had other plans for us Ripped us out the garden it had Planted us How am I painted in the picture of Your past, huh Am I the serpent that you had to cut The grass for Well, if you ever think of me Know I've tried and you've always Meant the most to me I hope one day some of your petals Makes their way to me And I pray that the grass you end up In is nothing but Nothing but I hope it's nothing but Nothing but Can somebody please Teach me the art of letting go I don't Wanna be the fool that's Still holding on to the phone still Don't hear the dial tone I Teach me the art of letting go I don't Wanna be the fool that Don't wanna be the fool I'm reading all my love letters to you I'm reading all my love letters to you I'm reading all my love letters to you I'm reading all my Maybe one day I'll move on too If the vines of regret allow me to Find me a nice little garden I could Grow into It'll be (green) Aye maybe one day I'll move on too If the vines of regret allow me to Find me a nice little garden I could grow into And I'll be And I'll be And I'll be