Mittens - Frank Turner
Wandering lonely through the snow
streets of New York
I stumbled on a thrift store
that sold postcards by the yard
I bought a mile and shipped them
home so I could read
Ten thousand ten-word tragedies,
the lives these strangers lead
To remind myself the things I need
I once wrote you love songs
You never fell in love
We used to fit like mittens,
but never like gloves
You left me feeling like
We'd never really been in love
Huddled home up in my place,
in Holloway
I wondered if you ever heard
those songs I used to play
I wrote them as a gift
for you and in return
You gave a pair of hand knit mittens
to keep my fingers warm
So I could play more ignored love songs
I once wrote you love songs
You never fell in love
We used to fit like mittens,
but never like gloves
I once wrote you postcards
You never wrote back
Promised me you would and
I'm still waiting for them
You left me feeling like
We'd never really been in love
Don't wanna fit like mittens
I wanna fit like gloves
I once wrote you love songs
You never fell in love
We used to fit like mittens
but never like gloves
I once wrote you love songs
You never fell in love
We used to fit like mittens
but never like gloves
Never like gloves