To the boy who should've loved me

From the boy you could've had

I promise not to send this letter

I wouldn't want you to feel bad

For not opening your heart to me

For your unavailability

I guess you're not required to like me

But did you fake it just to spite me?

Well, here's a little string-a-long song for you

So give up your pride, your past, your pain,

Your fear of intimacy,

And string-a-long with me too

Thanks for leading me on, but this time I'm gonna be strong

Although your disinterest kinda came as a surprise cuz

You could see the sin and the sadness and taste the gin and the madness

On my lips and in my eyes, well, I can't help that I want to see you again

But it takes two to start a string-along song and only one to make it end

Well, the flake syndrome is an epidemic that spans the globe from town to town

But I can't figure out why you'd put forth such an effort to win me over just to turn me down

Cuz your words are so soft and sweet, but your actions are screaming

And if you see me waiting around for you, hope you also see that you're dreaming

Well, here's a little string-a-long song for you

So give up your pride, your past, your pain

Your fear of intimacy

And string-a-long with me too

Thanks for leading me on, but this time I'm gonna be strong

Although your disinterest kinda came as a surprise cuz

You could see the sin and the sadness and taste the gin and the madness

On my lips and in my eyes, well, I can't help that I want to see you again

But it takes two to start a string-along song and only one to make it end

I know you'll break my heart

I know I'll fall apart

I know cuz this is how it starts

And maybe it's wrong of me

To wish that we could be

But your kiss matched mine so perfectly

So here's a little string-a-long song for you

So give up your pride, your past, your pain,

Your fear of intimacy,

And string-a-long with me too

Thanks for leading me on, but this time I'm gonna be strong

I wish you weren't too scared to speak your goodbyes cuz

The truth is I wish you well, thanks for saving me from hell

I owe you one of the few I got left of my nine lives, well,

I can't help that I want to see you again

But it takes two to start a string-along song and only one to make it end