There's a dusty swoop sign shoebox in an attic
Got every memory in ink the way we had it
Her perfume like.. relapse to an addict
Just for a moment.. I open it and it takes me back
The times were better in a letter
Rip a page from a spiral notebook.. baby don't look
Til you get home
Draw a heart on a dusty windshield
Scribble the words to our first kiss song
Graffiti on a bathroom wall
Number on a napkin God I hope you'd call
Maybe everything we're missing
Is Handwritten
I'm gonna xox so you know it's more authentic
Dot my i's and cross my t's so you know that I
Mean it
We could do much better now
If we took the time to write it out