Lyrics
I wrote you a song to tell you I’m sorry
I wrote you a song to admit I was wrong
I wrote you a song to say how I miss you
To thank you for showing me what it means to love
I wrote you a song cause when our fingertips first touched
I couldn’t but help to want them hand in hand
Befuddled, confused, and a little bewildered
I drew back my hand and I avoided your eyes
It was love, it was love, it was love, I know
How I wish I had known it back then
It was love, it was love, it was love, I know
How I hope I will have a chance, have it again
I wrote you a song, you put your lips on my forehead
I never had felt something so sweet and soft
The one I allowed you, the kiss of your courage
Admirably bold, and unforgettable
I wrote you a song because I chose to ignore you
I turned you away and I hardened my heart
I hardened my heart, I wasn’t willing to deal with
The work it would take to treat you as you deserve
What a coward, what a fool
I ran away instead of face the truth
And so selfish and so cruel
I’d rather you hurt than admit the truth
I’d rather hurt you than I admit the truth
I wrote you a song cause no words could express how
In that little sketch, you understood me so well
My face so alive, looking into the distance
Your heart breathing life through your pencil in hand
I wrote you a song because you wrote me a letter
You called out our close-ness for what it was
Although when I left, I broke your heart, you forgave me
Your blessed forgiveness a balm to my shame
I folded the letter, hid it safe and sound
I folded the letter, hid it safe and sound
I am ready to name it as love by now
How I wish I’d been ready back then
I am ready to name it as love by now
How I hope I will have a chance, have it again
I wrote you a song I don’t expect to hear back from
I wrote you a song because I waited too long
But maybe this song is a song for the singer
A caution’ry tale for a listening ear
I know it’s too late for the love was between us
A sadness I’ll carry hanging soft in my heart
But it’s never too late for the love that may enter
Next time that it knocks, I will open my door
And when I fall, I will fall to the floor
Next time I’ll be ready to say, “I’m in love with you”