Lyrics The Letter - Victory At Sea

The Letter

You left a letter
It was meant to be thrown away
Not to be read aloud at a smoky bar
But wait a sec
We could only smoke outside
I knew this would piss you off
To know it’s dead
So I went back in to the back of the room
I read and smoked my cigarette
Your pictures past
And not so present hung for odyssey
You took me to the prom
You held my arm
We even danced a little
Your pictures past
And not so present hung for odyssey
You were metal
I was goth
Still we danced a little
It’s not your birthday it’s your funeral
What a shame
Cause the gang’s all here and we’re toasting your name
It’s not your birthday it’s your funeral
What a shame
Cause the gang’s all here and we’re toasting your name
The understatement of the year award
Goes to you cause the last thing that you said to me
Was Hey I’ll See You Later
You walked me home like you always did
A perfect end to good ole friends
Yeah, i’ll see you later
It’s not your birthday it’s your funeral
What a shame
Cause the gang’s all here and we’re toasting your nameIt’s not your birthday
it’s your funeral
What a goddamn shame
Cause the gang’s all here and we’re toasting your name