Mittens

Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read Ten thousand ten-word tragedies, the lives these strangers lead To remind myself the things I need I once wrote you love songs You never fell in love We used to fit like mittens, but never like gloves You left me feeling like We'd never really been in love Huddled home up in my place, in Holloway I wondered if you ever heard those songs I used to play I wrote them as a gift for you and in return You gave a pair of hand knit mittens to keep my fingers warm So I could play more ignored love songs I once wrote you love songs You never fell in love We used to fit like mittens, but never like gloves And I once wrote you postcards You never wrote back Promised me you would and I'm still waiting for them You left me feeling like We'd never really been in love Don't wanna fit like mittens I wanna fit like gloves (Wanna fit like gloves) I once wrote you love songs You never fell in love We used to fit like mittens but never like gloves Never like gloves (Wanna fit like gloves) I once wrote you love songs You never fell in love We used to fit like mittens but never like gloves Never like gloves