Mittens

Mittens - Frank Turner

Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York

I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard

I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read

Ten thousand ten word tragedies the lives these strangers lead

To remind myself the things I need

I once wrote you love songs

You never fell in love

We used to fit like mittens but never like gloves

You left me feeling like

We'd never really been in love

Huddled home up in my place in Holloway

I wondered if you even heard those songs I used to play

I wrote the gift for you and in return

You gave a pair of hand knit mittens to keep my fingers warm

So I could play more ignored love songs

I once wrote you love songs

You never fell in love

We used to fit like mittens but never like gloves

And I once wrote you postcards

You never wrote back

Promised me you would and I'm still waiting for them

You left me feeling like

We'd never really been in love

Don't wanna fit like mittens

I wanna fit like gloves

I once wrote you love songs

You never fell in love

I wanna fit like gloves

We used to fit like mittens but never like gloves

I once wrote you love songs

You never fell in love

We used to fit like mittens but never like gloves

Never like gloves