4

I've got letters in my mailbox

filled up to the brim

with apologies and longings

and where to begins

and I'm so tired of your postage

each stamp from a new state

if you wanted this, if you wanted me

you know you should've stayed

but i will not sit waiting

and burning all this ink

in the fireplace, i watch it melt away

everything we ever made

and when my phone starts ringing

im still hoping that its you

but all you get is the voicemail

cause everything i said was true

when you get tired of running around

and keep dialing my phone

i just may be here

living in a brand new home

so when your sorry's have all run out

and all the tears have washed away

you'll look back and think of me

and how you left me here this way

I can say, 

I wont regret a single thing

but when its said and done

and its no more fun

I cant promise you I'll wait