This house is filled with memories of things that used to matter

But somehow they don't seem to be important anymore

But anyway I'm thankful for the mercy of your letter

At least I didn't have to hear the closing of the door

Do you think it's easier to write goodbye that say it

Or just afraid that I might change your mind

Mhm I might think you still love me darlin' in spite of knowin' better

The little hope I'm clinging to is smoored into the lines

Where tears and ink of your goodbye have somehow run together

And covered all the words of love and blatted out forever

Do you think it's easier...