Testo Address Your Letters - The Backseat Lovers
Testo della canzone Address Your Letters (The Backseat Lovers), tratta dall'album Elevator Days
For our last number, I'd like to ask your help
The people in the cheaper seats, clap your hands
And the rest of you, if you'd just rattle your jewelry
Drain a bottle of cheap, red wine
You 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 at wasting time
As John and Paul are good at making rhymes
Why do all the good ones have to die?
Yeah, I wish I thought of that before I made you cry
Don't write your letters to me
Don't get wasted at the party
Don't address your letters to me
Don't get 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
What you don't know
This is our last day
Don't write your letters to me
Don't get wasted at the party
Don't address your letters to me
Don't get wasted at the party, oh
My hands begin to shake
Why do I take the bait?
I'm filled with so much hate
I wish I could stay
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Writer(s): Jonathon Welch, Joshua Harmon, Jonas Swanson, Kaden John Ward
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