Letters

Credits: Bebe Marzana (Additional Vocals) / Braxton Myers (Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Bass, Mixing)

(Chorus)

Please don’t write those letters to your friends, 

They know you are scared of them, 

Please don’t write letters to your friends, 

They know you are sick of them, 

Please don’t write,

Please don’t write,

(Verse)

Look at my anatomy, 

Look at me, all the dainty shirts that dropped on the kitchen floor,

Think you are doing better but you’re not,

really doing anything at all,

nothing at all,

(Chorus)

Sha-be-do-bop, Sha-be-do-bop

Sha-be-do-bop, ba-dee-ba (x2)

(Interlude) 

There’s still a few things that my mom got me that –

(and yeah)

that were stolen or lost in the mail

(and, and, and, and, and)

and sure, that’s a little sad but – 

(and, and, and, and, and)

not fun things

(Bridge)

Holiday cards from my old highschool teacher,

(and, and, and, and, and)

Making me weep and I think that I miss them,

But not really, not really at all, 

It’s some kind of wallpaper poem, 

(Final Chorus)

Sha-be-do-bop, Sha-be-do-bop

Sha-be-do-bop, ba-dee-ba (x2)

“Song Bird” starts:

(Refrain)

When you’re driving home in a car that you hate, 

can you picture me in the backseat?

When you’re driving back to my place,

can you picture me?

When you’re driving home in a car that you hate, 

can you picture me in the backseat?

When you’re driving back to my place,

are you picturing getting laid?

When are you driving back to my place, 

are you just getting laid?

(End)