A very first draft of a very new song

I kept your letters after I pushed you away. I came back to say, I am sorry for being that way. Give me another chance, there has to be another way. I know we are both tired of our old ways.Our old ways ( slow british accent) Think about all the letters late at night, that left us up for hours. San Fransisco air giving us hope for a New York future. I kept your letters right beside my drawer, I feel so guilty I left you in pain. I hold your image in mind.


Ok I need to finish this one later nothing is coming up right now.