Songtext von Address Your Letters

Drain a bottle of cheap red wine You'd 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 and Paul are good at making a rhyme Why do all the good ones have to die? Yeah, I wished I'd 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 date 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