Dear Mrs., I know how messed up this is I'm trying not to ruminate but I just can't dismiss this I hope you like the flowers, I know that they're your favorite I saw them in the photo on his cell phone screen saver, see it's Hard to write this letter 'cause I should have known better But I think you oughta know about the time we spent together Dear Mrs., I know how messed up this is I'm trying not to ruminate but I just can't dismiss this You've got to know, you've got to help me Don't forget me, let you, let me let him know I'm not a secret to be kept like leaving on your wedding ring when guns are on the wall, no I'm not a secret to be kept like woah, like no, no I don't sleep anymore I don't I won't