Lyrics:
Coretta Scott

Dear precious, I write you. It's been a long time please spare me this emotional excess This won't hurt a bit, just the sting of a pin prick And out

What would I do if you asked me to choose The lesser of these two evils (Don't put this on me) A blade "stuck" as fitting to a word as I could figure

We Showed up on time, and now we're wondering where you are we sat down, and ordered the first round of drinks this won't be our last I hope she gets

Mikey tell me something anything will do been driving around these tired streets for so long I find courage when you speak of what we're bound to Some

You Look Great, I said "I appreciate it" You're not so bad yourself, that dress your wearin's fit, it's fit Stand tall, girl those shoes were made for

Death be a liar Say that the morning will come soon And this dreary black cloud will soon be brushed away You sound shaky on the phone Where is he staying

This time spent broken Holding out for sleep holding out for something special she says "god, we ruined special long ago" And there's gotta be something

He caught a train heading to sea-town from LA A paper soon to be money well spent but not enough to forgive him for what he's done still home, he heads

I can't believe she's finally here 2 weeks and I dread this whole damn trip how awkward this will be smoke that, take three of these and go to sleep