The suns don't love me And it's easy to cry I send a letter But I get no reply Just a note Return to sender We talk on tiptoe Everytime that we meet But I think breaking up Is just a conciet Because Love turns sour Every hour
I stand all day With a rose in my teeth Give it to the first girl That will say something sweet She says thank you for the flower It will die within the hour Return to sender
I went looking for a priest I said say something please I don't wanna live my life All alone HE said god will take care Of those that help them Selves But you look pretty Screwed, send a letter
And the word On the street Is that death is complete When you think that You know where you're going And the headline in my mind says Patiende for the blind If you find us
