Love Letters from Hell - John Maus

Well I’m fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah

I’m feelin very sorry that it hasn’t rained all year

I’m feelin very sorry that I, that I’ve got the fear

It’s taking time to sort through my winding mind

When i can smell her on my neck

(yeah)

You’ve got to, you’ve got to run away

You’ve got to, you’ve got to find a way, baby

You’ve got to fade away

Until there’s no one left but you

The ship is down

Skins is on the sidewalk

Filling things with acid

Mom is in the kitchen

Crying for her father

Meaningless as music

Making as amusements

Slides into the doorway

Chattering like horseplay

I am, I am sending you a love letter from hell

Fuck the boys, fuck all the boys

Fuck girls while you’re at it

Load into a limousine

Well I’m fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah

I’m feelin very sorry that it hasn’t rained all year

I’m feelin very sorry that I that ive got the fear

It’s taking time to sort through my winding mind

When I can smell her on my neck

(yeah)

You’ve got to, you’ve got to run away

You’ve got to, you’ve got to find a way, baby

You’ve got to fade away

'Til there’s no one left but you

The ship is down