When the Letter Came - Wendy McNeill

When the letter came it was soggy from the rain

The ink was thin and running and i know the author was the same

Cause i am he -- he is me -- we are they

All handling problems in our own way

He said i don’t need a lecture to tell me where it’s at, they are full of good

opinions and i can

Respect that,

But i don’t need their halos playing with my light

Sure my lines aren’t as smooth as they used to be

But that’s all right

Are you gonne be like them he asked

Are you gonna shut your door

Because the sight of me is ugly

Because i’m supposed to be more

Do you think that i am crazy

Do you think that i am naive

Because these poisons are my passion

Because i’m living in a dream

I haven’t got an answer, i haven’t got a clue

Whatever makes you happiest i suppose that’s

What you’ll do

Oh those past times keep me thinking

Oh his present makes me say

I could love you more than i’ve been doing

I could judge you less than i know i say

What could be the answer

Could you whisper in my ear

Another quote from the last book you read dear

Could you whisper it in my ear

Another quote from the last book you read dear