Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
I read your letter today
I read your letter today
It was short and sweet
And stupider than anything you'd ever say to me
Ah come on
You're such a coward with your pen
Ah look you hung yourself again
Yeah, you haunted me
But nah you weren't the death of me
No, no, no, no
For twenty nine years, maybe twenty nine more
You'd better pray to your lord that I don't get you alone
'Cause if I get you alone and if I get you alone
I want to crawl through this microphone
Heaven above for a kick in the teeth
With a father like you tell me who needs enemies?
I read your letter today
I read your letter today
I read your letter today
I read your letter
Read your letter
Read your letter today