I wrote you a week before St. Valentines
Wondering if you regret giving up on being mine
Too much to drink, lighting cigarettes, I'd think:
Oh my mistake, I loved you a year too late
You sent me cards that you made and printed out in your room
They came in the day after I said I never loved you
I dug through the trash, trying to get them back
No, my mistake, I was a year too late
Oh you told me you were too much like your mother
Always terrified of the fire of a lover
And I'd be lying if I told you I was not absurd
Thinking you would come back after I burned you
A missed call from you a day before St. Valentines
I cried tears of joy and called you back to apologize
You'd torn up my letter, unread, "a misdial" you said
No, my mistake, I was a year too late
No, my mistake, I loved you a year too late
