[Intro] Dm    F    Bb    |     Dm      F    C   |   Bb      C      F

F                          Bb        C             Dm                           Dm
Let this be the last love letter  written but never sent,  instead made to wait
Bb                      C             F                  Bb         C        Dm
held for fear that it was not the key; to unlock your heart, open up your chest
                                Bb     C
too frail; broken; and not the best.
          Dm                   Bb            C             F
Just like, the time that you wore, your heart on your sleeve,
                                   C                                Dm
saying 'hey is there any room for me?               Oh and just like...
                       Bb           C       Dm                           Bb    C
the time that you called, broken open please, sayin’ 'i'm open, i am ready'

Bb                      C                     Dm            Bb              F               C
let this be the last love ... letter never sent      never sent      never sent      never sent

F                          Bb          C            Dm                        Dm
let this be the last love letter received but never read, instead made to wait,
     Bb                  C              F                          Bb           C           Dm
oh for fear that the heart could not hold; instead folded into a book; then book onto shelf,
                                      Bb    C
shelf to box, packed with everything else
               Dm                 Bb             C                F
until the years, years piled and grew; with a heart held in sling,
                                C                  Dm
slow and steady  and remembering           Just like,
                     Bb            C           Dm                               Bb            C
the time that you wore, your heart on your sleeve, saying 'is there room, I am open I am ready'
       Bb                    C                    Dm            Bb             F            C
Oh and let this be the last love... letter never read    never read    never read   never read

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F
dear you,
                Bb          C               Dm
well this started as a  letter,  that i wrote in the hopes that
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soon things would get better; but they did not ;       All the tin foil wings, and tin foil crowns,
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burn them all you said burn them all down, but leave me the soul
                        Bb           C    F                              C
the soul knows how to sing, the simple song,     that explains everything
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The heart knows it to, the heart knows how to sing, the way the head only knows what it knows
                        Bb       C
What it knows from remembering
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Let this be the last love... letter never read      [outro]