Address Your Letters

The Backseat Lovers

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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