Letters Sent

I try to tell you but I fear it's too on the nose
So I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close
You could fairly claim me as dysfunctional verbose
So I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close

I'd be better off
With letters sent
'Cause when you're right there in front of me I
Keep repeating "that isn't what I meant"
I'll keep my pencil sharp
My inkwell filled
And with any luck
Avoid the minefield

I beat around the bush you sense my aims morose
So I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close
I open a hydrant
All I needed was a garden hose
So I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close
And I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close

I'd be better off
With letters sent
'Cause when you're right there in front of me I
Keep repeating "that isn't what I meant"
I'll keep my pencil sharp
My inkwell filled
And with any luck
Avoid the minefield
Avoid the minefield
Avoid the minefield
Avoid the minefield



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Writer(s): Bret Tobias
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