Pronged Rivets

I'm sorry that my love letters aren't idyllic anymore and if they are as futile as you claim the cards are purchased at the store You don't like quotes, but you say you exalt in the broad, lone words I have written down It'd be better sang or said, although you hear my voice when words are thoroughly read And you were wrong, I am not most chipper when i'm this down because I positively would giggle And not be so serious saying this with you around I have farcical feeling that everything turns out being unpleasant, never okay and that you never slammed the front door, that it was me and my bathetic hands haunting me from sneaking out the back way