Dear Josh, old friend, apologies first:
It's been an age since I wrote you, I know, I'm the worst.
Well you know how I feel I'm consistently cursed?
This time I've found something, I think it could work.

One day there she was, across a table,
Cluttered with drinks and slightly unstable,
And I knew in that moment that if I was able to reach her,
She might be my saviour.

Then she sat down and started to sing,
Playing my guitar like a delicate thing,
Her heart shimmering through the six strings,
And I knew then, this is how it begins.

Joshua man, you know how I am,
Sometimes I can't help myself biting the hand
That was feeding me love, that fit like a glove,
I'm my own worst enemy, please don't be mad.

But if I can change myself, this can be saved.
I can picture an ending as clear as your face,
A path through the wreckage, back to my place,
Where she waits to dispose of my fate.

Then she sat down and started to sing,
Playing my guitar like a delicate thing,
Her heart shimmering through the six strings,
And then I lend my voice, and now it begins.
Our voices rise like the morning sun,
A hush falls like dust on the room,
Like a bees wing my heart starts to hum,
And I know for sure, this is the one.

And that's how it began.