The Letter
Artificial rendezvous
Put the letter in the fire
Oh my god, I thought of you
Pacing deep as the river
Leave things as you said them
She has photos of the party, her and him
It's a mash-up, small kindness
Two glasses of wine, Jameson
The opposite of what he thought he thought
The opposite of what she wanted
(I thought that you would know)
The opposite of what he thought he thought
(I thought that you would feel something)
The opposite of what she said
Now all we do is fuel, refuel
Yak, yak, yak
With seventeen years away
Let's dream of goodbyes
But don't go
I asked you how much it cost
Inside I had to leave the arcade
On K Road I found some pills
And the me part of me felt saved
I lay down at Queen's Wharf for hours
When the pain ended I won a prize
The opposite of what I thought I thought
And you were probably in the sun by nine
The opposite of what he thought he thought
The opposite of what she wanted
(I thought that you would know)
The opposite of what he thought he thought
(I thought that you would feel something)
The opposite of what she said
Now all we do is fuel, refuel
Yak, yak, yak
With seventeen years away
Let's dream of goodbyes
But don't go
Put the letter in the fire
Oh my god, I thought of you
Pacing deep as the river
Leave things as you said them
She has photos of the party, her and him
It's a mash-up, small kindness
Two glasses of wine, Jameson
The opposite of what he thought he thought
The opposite of what she wanted
(I thought that you would know)
The opposite of what he thought he thought
(I thought that you would feel something)
The opposite of what she said
Now all we do is fuel, refuel
Yak, yak, yak
With seventeen years away
Let's dream of goodbyes
But don't go
I asked you how much it cost
Inside I had to leave the arcade
On K Road I found some pills
And the me part of me felt saved
I lay down at Queen's Wharf for hours
When the pain ended I won a prize
The opposite of what I thought I thought
And you were probably in the sun by nine
The opposite of what he thought he thought
The opposite of what she wanted
(I thought that you would know)
The opposite of what he thought he thought
(I thought that you would feel something)
The opposite of what she said
Now all we do is fuel, refuel
Yak, yak, yak
With seventeen years away
Let's dream of goodbyes
But don't go
Credits
Writer(s): Eleanor Friedberger
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