I wrote you a week before St. Valentines

Wondering if you regret giving up on being mine

Too much to drink, lighting cigarettes, I'd think

Oh my mistake, I loved you a year too late

You sent me cards that you made and printed out in your room

They came in the day after I said I never loved you

I dug through the trash, trying to get them back

No, my mistake, I was a year too late

Oh you told me you were too much like your mother

Always terrified of the fire of a lover

And I'd be lying if I told you I was not absurd

Thinking you would come back after I burned you

A missed call from you a day before St. Valentines

I cried tears of joy and called you back to apologize

You'd torn up my letter, unread, "a misdial" you said

No, my mistake, I was a year too late

No, my mistake, I loved you a year too late