To the boy who should've loved me
From the boy you could've had
I promise not to send this letter
I wouldn't want you to feel bad
For not opening your heart to me
For your unavailability
I guess you're not required to like me
But did you fake it just to spite me?
Well, here's a little string-a-long song for you
So give up your pride, your past, your pain,
Your fear of intimacy,
And string-a-long with me too
Thanks for leading me on, but this time I'm gonna be strong
Although your disinterest kinda came as a surprise cuz
You could see the sin and the sadness and taste the gin and the madness
On my lips and in my eyes, well, I can't help that I want to see you again
But it takes two to start a string-along song and only one to make it end
Well, the flake syndrome is an epidemic that spans the globe from town to town
But I can't figure out why you'd put forth such an effort to win me over just to turn me down
Cuz your words are so soft and sweet, but your actions are screaming
And if you see me waiting around for you, hope you also see that you're dreaming
Well, here's a little string-a-long song for you
So give up your pride, your past, your pain
Your fear of intimacy
And string-a-long with me too
Thanks for leading me on, but this time I'm gonna be strong
Although your disinterest kinda came as a surprise cuz
You could see the sin and the sadness and taste the gin and the madness
On my lips and in my eyes, well, I can't help that I want to see you again
But it takes two to start a string-along song and only one to make it end
I know you'll break my heart
I know I'll fall apart
I know cuz this is how it starts
And maybe it's wrong of me
To wish that we could be
But your kiss matched mine so perfectly
So here's a little string-a-long song for you
So give up your pride, your past, your pain,
Your fear of intimacy,
And string-a-long with me too
Thanks for leading me on, but this time I'm gonna be strong
I wish you weren't too scared to speak your goodbyes cuz
The truth is I wish you well, thanks for saving me from hell
I owe you one of the few I got left of my nine lives, well,
I can't help that I want to see you again
But it takes two to start a string-along song and only one to make it end
