Yeah, I got your letter, right on time I didn't wanna know what was inside I just looked at the envelope And the way you wrote my name And my stomach burned and my throat hurt 'Cause I already knew exactly what you wrote You said you're not in love But you love me Just not the way you want So I'm sorry 'bout every song that I ever wrote for you I know it's selfish, but what was I s'posed to do? But I think there's one more thing That I can do for you I can make this the last song I ever write for you I hope New York City can put you to sleep 'Cause you never get to fall asleep with me So just write when you can And if I get it, I'll write back and say hello And as for me, I'll put a record on and drink And hopefully pa** out, watching it spin But don't let me make you feel bad; I promise Everything is good I'm just sorry 'bout every song that ever wrote to you I know it's selfish, but what was I s'posed to do? But I think there's one more thing That I can do for you I can make this the last song I ever write to you So I'll just burn all the fantasies with her And keep the memories locked up And it's gonna hurt and if it gets any worse I'll just try not to think about her, any more But I'm sorry 'bout every song that I ever wrote for you I know it's selfish, but what was I s'posed to do? But I think there's one more thing That I can do for you I can make this the last song I ever write for you