Swingin' Utters
Swingin' Utters - Letters To Yourself lyrics
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Let your eyes promise me lies Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye And never even write to me a letter I won't worry about tearful endeavors There was no reason to return I was told Nobody waiting for me to come back home nothing is left but the promise of praise Nothing remains No phone calls late at night of pictures a constant reminder no burning of inpassioned pages or returning them to sender you send a letter to the only one you can't deny will never send you a reply you never bother to sit back and ask yourself why Blinded by your own dim light Tried but devout Tortured the cherished loved the unheralded Bought up their trash Brought to my knees by beggars and braggarts washed my laced sleeves after each miscarriage You fill your pen and spill the words onto each line your monogram in wax seals another pathetic cry You're so romantic So cautious and tranquilized is there anything behind your eyes