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   Salavaged from the fire      For some I crumpled   Some I burned   Some I tore to shreds   Lifetimes later, here they are   The ones I saved instead   Letters never sent to you   Letters never sent to you   Letters I never sent   Letters never sent to you      Never reached their destination   Mostly born of pain   Resurfaced with the purpose of   A trip down memory lane      Broken hearted, breaking hearts   All the ways it went   Evidence of what I saw   In 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 that I never sent    Letters never sent to you   Letters that I never sent   Letters never sent      Life’s a riddle   Life’s a dream   Life’s an accident   So glad I saved them, here they are   Letters never sent