Return to Sender

©℗ 2015 Christa Grammer / 5050songs Inc
Release Date: July 20, 2015
Produced by Demo My Song®
Lead Vocal: Christa Grammer

Lyrics

A possum stamp stolen from the postage for a kissed love letter
I planned to send it to someone that had my fervent favor
I was foolish, thought I was wise, I had never been better
but this love that burns inside of me to you is so fair weather

I wrapped a package with a bow, I fretted it all up
I was tired of not a life where I said that I was tough
I unlocked my heart inside, I opened it right up
Little did I know that all of that was not enough

I wrapped my heart up in a box, I sent it to a lover
but in a week I got it back, it was damned return to sender

Return, return to sender, no words, no words can never
Express what loathing lied in me when I read those faithful letters
Return, return to dress, I must, I must confess
I was almost expecting a little kiss, but I was never expecting this
I was almost expecting a little kiss, but I was never expecting this

I gathered up my ugly self while I was going mad
I tried to take it easy, I said it’s not so bad
What I was experiencing was also very sad
I forbid my vulnerable heart from ever loving another man

I wrapped my heart up in a box, I sent it to a lover
But in a week I got it back, it was damned return to sender

Return, return to sender, no words, no words can never
Express what loathing lied in me when I read those faithful letters
Return, return to dress, I must, I must confess
I was almost expecting a little kiss, but I was never expecting this
I was almost expecting a little kiss, but I was never expecting this

Heart-shaped void filling up my chest
With so many gifts you were blessed
Looks like empathy was not one of them
Guess I’ll wait until I fall in love again
Guess I’ll wait until I fall in love again

I wrapped my heart up in a box, I sent it to a lover
but in a week I got it back, it was damned return to sender

Return, return to sender, no words, no words can never
Express what loathing lied in me when I read those faithful letters
Return, return to dress, I must, I must confess
I was almost expecting a little kiss, but I was never expecting this
I was almost expecting a little kiss, but I was never expecting this