Lyrics
Verse 1
Another letter hit the doorstep
With my name spelled perfectly,
Said, HE'LL GET TIRED OF LOVING YOU
In insecurity's handwriting.
Another one said, YOU'RE TOO MUCH.
Another:
NOT ENOUGH.
Funny how the voice inside my head
Can contradict itself
And still sound tough.
I used to open every envelope.
Not anymore.
Pre-Chorus
If fear wants my attention,
Tell it:
Wrong address.
Chorus
Return to sender!
I don't live there anymore!
All that "not enough" and "he'll leave someday"—
Send it back out the door!
No forwarding address!
No second chance!
No letting every ugly thought
Tell my heart how this ends!
Return to sender!
Stamp it red!
You don't get to live inside my head!
Verse 2
One came marked URGENT this morning:
LOOK AT YOURSELF — YOU'VE CHANGED.
Yeah.
That's what happens
When a human being
Lives a couple days.
Another said:
HE'S QUIET.
HE MUST BE MAD.
Oh, come on.
Maybe he's just quiet.
Revolutionary concept.
I'm learning not to turn
Every pause into a prophecy.
Not every silence
Is a goodbye.
Pre-Chorus
Fear's been writing fiction
And signing it:
The Truth.
I'm done confusing
What I'm scared of
With proof.
Chorus
Return to sender!
I don't live there anymore!
All that "not enough" and "he'll leave someday"—
Send it back out the door!
No forwarding address!
No second chance!
No letting every ugly thought
Tell my heart how this ends!
Return to sender!
Stamp it red!
You don't get to live inside my head!
Bridge — Building
Maybe tomorrow hurts.
Maybe it doesn't.
Maybe love lasts forever.
Maybe forever
isn't ours to know.
But I'm done ruining
something that's alive
Because my fear keeps sending letters
from a future
that hasn't happened.
Today he held my hand.
Today he made me laugh.
Today I love him.
That's evidence.
The rest?
Junk mail.
Breakdown
Dear insecurity,
Thank you for your concern.
Unfortunately,
your application
to ruin my relationship
has been—
DENIED.
Final Chorus
RETURN TO SENDER!
WE DON'T NEED THAT HERE!
Take every "what if," every "not enough,"
Every counterfeit fear!
No forwarding address!
No vacancy!
My heart's already occupied
By something actually happening!
Return to sender!
Stamp it red!
Let love speak louder
than the letters in my head!
And if another one arrives tomorrow—
I'll smile.
Cross out my name.
Write:
NOT MINE.
And send it back.
Outro
The mailbox closes.
Your car pulls in.
You walk through the door.
"Anything important?"
I look at the pile
marked RETURN TO SENDER.
"Nope."
Then kiss you.
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