Found these old letters from years ago
Felt it was fitting to continue this correspondence
Can't help, I'm sentimental
Thanks for talking with me today
Hope this is helpful for you
I also hope Birdie is happy and healthy
And staying out of trouble to a reasonable extent
What I wrote was sort of my way of finally being able to address how it feels

Another brick-red room, another black-top town
Another misspelled band burning their own houses down
Another pine-box tune to fill the cemetery day
Another star, a touch of orange over purgatory gray

Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed
Another song that runs too long, God knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket and we'll do our RIOT! Dance

Beneath another burning sky, behind our painted lips
In scares of catatonic smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection you project on me

When this repetition ends, behind the windows shades
A semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made
The most unrestful bed, that most original of sins
And you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again

I'd hate to let you down, so I'll let the waters rise
And drown my dull reflection in the naive expectation in your eyes
Back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free
I had a butcher's heart and no one thought they knew me

So, before the regiment resumes, before the dreaded Sun appears
My driver's waiting, so let's make one point crystal clear
You see a flood-lit form, I see a shirt design
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine

You're no friend of mine, you're no friend of mine
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine
You see a flood-lit form, I see a shirt design
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine

It's hard to see myself in the reflection of people's eyes
Realizing what they see may not be even close to the image I see in myself
And I hate I might actually be more afraid
To let my own self down than anything else
I feel like the man in the story who saw a bear
Floating in the river and thought it was a fur coat
Twelve years ago I stood on the shore, jumped in and grabbed the coat
The river was rushing toward the waterfall and my friend stood at the shore
Shouted to let go of the coat and swim back to land
I let go of the coat but the coat won't let go of me
In any case, please, let me know if there's more I can give you
If nothing comes of it, then just know we are grateful

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