Throw all of the letters

I wrote you, I wrote you and I can't buy more time

Scratch all of my records cause I loved you and I'll love you

But I can't learn my line

Poor me I own a house with a garden

But I can't be what I can't see

And after you

But I'm after me, after me

I'm fed up with my selfishness

Hey

Share with you that I might be sick, sickening

Or it's just in my head

Tell my mother that I'm sorry I haven't been the son that's in her head

Hey