I'll write you letters Detailing everything I've done From late night drinks To the interstates But nothing can be as fun As the cigarettes The coffee
Can't you see That these long nights on the phone And these complaints make coming home A little harder on the head And heavier on the heart We will
His star whispers weakly, "How can you be so cold? Take me home 'Cause after winter I don't want to go all alone" Break me down, again I put a contract
