To whom it may concern,
Should nothing better come along,
I'm alright with these being the best days of my life.
This letter lacks a face and a name and the words you say fall on deaf ears today.
Ths place is beautiful because there is nothing and because of its lack of you.
But still I wish you were here to see it for you would ruin it.
This place is a wasteland.
This bed is as cold as hell.
But it's better
so much better
than sleeping wherever you are.
I'll roll the windows down and sing a song for you.
Listen while you're sleeping and know how I truly feel.
I'm across state lines, I wish it were continents too but if oceans separate us,
I'd still be screaming at you
Hey