Chase Slagle - Dead Letters

Don't you look at me like that if you didn't mean what you said
You had a chance but you stalled, now your eyes expose the fault
These games that we play you made up, insincere words for an empty cup
You ran off in your bride's dress, but your eyes give up to confess

You let me in but shut me out
Driven me mad by your turnabout

These dead letters that kept me whole were made complete from soul to soul
These longing looks from you, the corner of your eye I see them too
These dead letters that meant so much could do so much more than your touch

Written by:
Chase Slagle

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