Dear ms-im-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans,
Thisll be the last package I ever send your ass
Its been six months and still no word - I dont deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on em perfect
So this is my cassette Im sending you, I hope you hear it
Im in the car right now, Im doing 90 on the freeway
Hey emily, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by phil collins, in the air of the night
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
But didnt, then phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
Thats kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now its too late - Im on a 1000 downers now, Im drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +all+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you emily, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you cant sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you cant sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you cant breathe without me
See emily; {*screaming*} shut up bitch! Im tryin to talk!
Hey emily, thats my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
But I didnt slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I aint like you
Cause if she suffocates shell suffer more, and then shell die too
Well, gotta go, Im almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, howm I supposed to send this shit out?
