Address Your Letters - The Backseat Lovers

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