Lyrics Address Your Letters - The Backseat Lovers

Address Your Letters

Drain a bottle of cheap red wine
Drift off and fall asleep at night
Grab my coat and take a walk outside
Light a smoke and kiss my youth goodbye
You see I’m just as good as wasting time
As John Paul is good at making a rhyme
Why do all the good ones have to die?
You wash the thought of that, for me you cry
Don’t write your letters to me
Don’t you’re wasted at the party
Don’t address your letters to me
Don’t you’re wasted at the party
Why don’t we wait?
Why do I take the bait?
I’m filled with so much hate
I’m sure you feel the same
Fly down the interstate
I run a little late
Dinner starts at eight
But you don’t know this is our last date
Don’t write your letters to me
Don’t you’re wasted at the party
Don’t address your letters to me
Don’t you’re wasted at the party
My hands begin to shake
Why do I take the bait?
I’m filled with so much hate
I wish I could stay