Paul Baribeau
Eight Letters
The first letter I wrote you was way too longWay too crazy, way too scary, way too sadThe second one I wrote you was way too shortJust said, "I love you, baby. Please come back."The third one that I wrote you was right down the middleSomehow it didn't quite sum it all up.The fourth one that I wrote you, I did the best that I could doWe both know that was never enough.I had nothing nice to say,I said it anyway.Somehow it made me feel better.Oh, but in the end, I guess,It was probably for the bestThat I never sent you those letters.The fifth one that I wrote you was one big, long jokeYou probably wouldn't think was very funnyThe sixth one that I wrote you was a strictly business noteRequesting you pay me back that last two months rent moneyThe seventh one was magic, it was totally romanticit would have made your little boxer shorts meltBut the eighth time that I tried, I swear I couldn't even write.I just curled up and cried all by myselfLetras de cancionesI had nothing nice to say,I said it anyway.Somehow it made me feel better.Oh, but in the end, I guess,it was probably for the bestThat I never sent you those letters.
From Letras Mania