Benjamin Longman - Letters Lyrics

Words arid, syllabic potpourri
Loving you doesn't make sense to me
We're getting old and you know I've moved on
Why should we act as though nothing is wrong

My love is in your letters
My home is in my songs
And I've been living here too long

Keeping in mind what I know we've been through
Darling don't think this reflects upon you
I'm getting sore by the fit of this shoe
Leaving is something I just have to do

My love is in your letters
My home is in my songs
And I've been living here too long

Heart arid, aortic potpourri
Darling these ghost months mean nothing to me