Lyrics The Runaway Letter -

The Runaway Letter

Tell my father that I’m sorry
That I’m not what he wants me to be
Tell my mother I’ll come home
And I’m sorry I had to leave
No one said this would be simple
For me, especially
Find out where I am, what I’ve lost, when to stand
How to mend this broken heart
With the little that I have
We don’t have much, just each other
And I hope it’s enough
I think it is, I’ve got a good feeling this month
Chicago’s staying up for us
And the west coast will wake us up
To watch another sunrise rip right through that skyline
And these east coast cities and west coast dreams
Are all I’ve got, and this is all I need
Cause I’m getting used to the idea
Of never coming home again
Things will get better, I’ll keep writing these letters
I hope you never use
Well I guess you haven’t yet
Things are looking up
I swear to god I’m fine
Even though you left
And I had to lie about never feeling a thing
And I’ll keep riding through these airwaves
As a sick reminder of the boy you put in his place
So I sat around and I thought real hard
I felt real bad when I remembered it all
It’s not exactly what you could call my fault
And what I couldn’t answer when I asked myself
So you know I turned right to my friends
And they all said this was a terrible idea
But I gotta know…
If I sang of California
Made up nights in Georgia
Would you sing this back to me?
Would you hear me finally?