Craig Cardiff - Last love letter

^FLet this be the last love l^Bbetter wri^Ctten but never^Dm sent, instead made to wait ^{Dm Bb}held for fear that it wa^Cs not the key;^F to unlock your hea^Bbrt, open up^C your che^Dmst too frail; broken; and not the b^Bbest. ^C Just like,^Dm the time that you wo^Bbre, your heart^C on your sleev^Fe, saying 'hey is there any room for m^Ce? Oh and just like^Dm... the time that you calle^Bbd, broken ope^Cn please^Dm, sayin’ 'i'm open, i am read^Bby' ^C

^Bblet this be the last lov^Ce ... letter never sen^Dmt never s^Bbent never s^Fent never s^Cent ^Flet this be the last love l^Bbetter receiv^Ced but never ^Dmread, instead made to wait^Dm, oh fo^Bbr fear that the hear^Ct could not hol^Fd; instead folded into a bo^Bbok; then book^C onto shelf,^Dm shelf to box, packed with everything e^Bblse ^C until the years^Dm, years piled and g^Bbrew; with a hea^Crt held in sling,^F slow and steady and remembering^C Just lik^Dme, the time that you wor^Bbe, your heart ^Con your slee^Dmve, saying 'is there room, I am o^Bbpen I am ready^C' Oh and ^Bblet this be the last l^Cove... letter never r^Dmead never r^Bbead never re^Fad never re^Cad

^Fdear you, well this starte^Bbd as a lett^Cer, that i wrot^Dme in the hopes that ^Bbsoon things would get better;^C but they did no^Ft ; All the tin foil win^Bbgs, and tin ^Cfoil crowns^Dm, burn them all you said burn them all dow^Bbn, but le^Cave me the so^Dmul the soul knows how to si^Bbng, the simpl^Ce son^Fg, that explains everything^C The heart knows it t^Dmo, the heart knows how to sin^Bbg, the way the head^C only knows what it knows^Dm What it knows from remem^Bbbering ^C Bb C Dm Bb F C | F Let this be the last love... letter never read [outro]