(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)
In a suitcase tied with string
On the highest shelf

In the closet down the hall
Hidden from myself
Fits of madness, pools of grief

Fevers of desire
How peculiar these remain
Slavaged from the fire

For some I crumpled some I burned
Some I tore to shreds
Lifetimes later, here they are

Ones I saved instead
Letters never sent to you
Letters never sent


Never reached their destination
Mostly born of pain

Resurfaced with the purpose of
A trip down memory lane



Broken hearted, breaking hearts
All the way it went

Evidence of what I saw
My experiments


Life's a riddle, life's a dream
Life's an accident
Now I'm gonna set them free

Letters never sent

Letters never sent to you

Letters never sent
Once upon a time taboo
Letters never sent


Letters never sent to you
Letters never sent

Incongruous, and overdue
Letters never sent