Eight Letters Lyrics - Singles - Paul Baribeau

The first letter I wrote you was way too long 

Way too crazy, way too scary, way too sad 

The second one I wrote you was way too short 

Just said, "I love you, baby. Please come back." 

The third one that I wrote you was right down the middle 

Somehow it didn't quite sum it all up. 

The fourth one that I wrote you, I did the best that I could do 

We 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 best 

That I never sent you those letters. 

The fifth one that I wrote you was one big, long joke 

You probably wouldn't think was very funny 

The sixth one that I wrote you was a strictly business note 

Requesting you pay me back that last two months rent money 

The seventh one was magic, it was totally romantic 

it would have made your little boxer shorts melt 

But the eighth time that I tried, I swear I couldn't even write. 

I just curled up and cried all by myself 

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 best 

That I never sent you those letters.