Today is your birthday, I bought you an envelope. It sits open on my bedroom floor. I wanted to fill it with a message of hope but I don’t have any hope anymore. I’m reminded of my favorite Michael Bolton song, how can we be lovers if we can’t be friends? We were never either one all along and I’m stuck with an envelope I’ll never send.
Today is your birthday, I bought you an envelope, I wish I could buy a letter too. But nothing Hallmark could say would be complex enough to express how I feel toward you. But when I cut through the knot I know I just miss you a lot, what I miss I can’t exactly tell. I’d call you to wish you a happy birthday but I know you want to hear that from someone else.