Love Letters Lyrics

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?

Aye, aye

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?

Aye, aye

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?

Aye, aye

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?

Aye, aye

What if Romeo and Juliet ain't meant to be?

And if Adam didn't bite the apple off the tree

Write in that special note just for her to see

Only later realizing she don't want the tea

Shoot my shot but she was tryna dodge and flee

Honestly I was hoping to sweep her off her feet

And catch her in my arms knowing she was within reach

Her body is a temple not letting anyone breach

Making these type of songs is part of the niche

Her last relationship was bloody, cleaned it with some bleach

Just the thought of such a being's choking up my speech

She a stone cold killer nothing like a peach

I'm such a simp thinking she would respond

Opposite of a pimp she doesn't care bout the bond

Might as well make disappear with the wave of her wand

Label me as a sucka, drowning in this pond

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?

Aye, aye

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?

Aye, aye

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?

Aye, aye

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?

Aye, aye

It's quite unhealthy what I put myself through

Falling for your type, knowing it will never be true

Playin' games wasting my time if only I'd knew

This would never stick, defective animal glue

I was blind not paying attention to all the clues

You had zero interest almost had me confused

Time for me to move on so I'll bid you adieu

And I won't mention your name so I'll call you taboo

Gave me the wrong impression hypnotized by your necklace

But it's hard for me to put my feelings in suppression

I should've listened when they said approach her with discretion

That's my brother from another mother without question

But it's harder to let go I guess that's my obsession

I guess falling in love is not my profession

Or perhaps I am a victim of your very essence

Maybe it's time for me to end the session