Letterhead - Slow Gherkin

So much wisdom, you shouldn’t bother

Don’t need to know that I’m just like my father

Mother tells me I hold my liquor well

Tells me some things I would never tell

When I ask her how to say when I mean to say to you

She says, «What's the point?

Keep it locked inside.»

This is the letterhead I never sent

Its corners curled inside my head

Call me Letterhead

So much impact in a single word

Shortest breakup that I ever heard

Quick to receieve, endless to respond

Words did not count, not a single one

Now with shields of time and space

I sit with a prisitne postcard

But my tongue lies still except to lick the stamp

This is the letterhead I never sent

I write a page each night in bed

Call me Letterhead

I’d tell it to your face: I’m bad, I know, but you are worse

I kid myself, I wouldn’t dare disturb the universe

Instead I’ll file it away, we all do what we know is wrong

Each sentence, each word, each letter is a letter bomb

I’ve made a home here no one knows about

This dead-letter office whose fire has flickered out

Now I remember how to say with I never said to you

And I cherish it, spared the embarrassment

This is the letterhead I never sent

Its corners curled inside my head

WE ARE YOUNG AND BLIND, SO UNREFINED

Our vision fades the more we try

Just call me letterhead