Letters Home - Radical Face

So, I’m writing you this letter between rests

'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest

And I don’t got the energy to dress myself

And I can’t walk without help

And I

I can’t remember why I joined this war

And I can’t tell you what we’re fighting for

I guess I wasn’t smart enough to see the game

And that no one’s keeping score

And now, you would not believe the things I miss

It’s all the little things that fill that list

Like playing with the dogs

And helping father chop the wood behind the fence

Now I

I’m not sure if I’ll see another day

The doctor said it could go either way

But I just wanted you to know

No matter if I sink or fall or blink out in this hospital

That I’m alright

Yeah, I made peace with it all

Mistakes and all

Mistakes and all

Mistakes and all

Mistakes and all

Mistakes and all