Lyrics Letters to Yourself - Swingin Utters

Letters to Yourself

Let your eyes promise me lies
Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye
Never even write to me a letter
I won’t worry about tearful endeavors
There was no reason to return, I was told
Nobody waiting back home
Nothing is left but the promises of praise
Nothing remains but the courages I crave
No phone calls late at night
Picture’s a constant reminder
No burning of impassioned pages
Or returning them to sender
You send a letter to the only one you can’t deny
Who will never send you a reply
You never bother to ask yourself why
Blinded by your own dim light
Tried but devout, tortured the cherished
Loved the unheralded, bought up their trash
Brought to my knees by beggars and braggarts
Washed my laced sleeves after each miscarriage
You fill your pen and spill your words onto each line
Your monogram in wax seals a pathetic cry
You’re so romantic, so cautious and tranquilized
Is anything behind your eyes?
Behind your eyes
Behind your eyes