Found these old letters from years ago
Felt it was fitting to continue that correspondence
Can't help I'm sentimental
Thanks for talking with me today,
I hope this is helpful for you
I also hope that Birdie is happy and healthy
and staying out of trouble to a reasonable extent
What I wrote was sort of my way of
finally being able to address how it feels to have [...]

Another brick-red room,
another black-top town
Another misspelled band
burning their own houses down
Another pine-box tune
to fill the cemetery day
Another star, a touch of orange
over purgatory gray

Another thorny field
to scatter fruitless seed
Another song that runs too long,
God knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket
and we'll do our Riot! dance

Beneath another burning sky,
behind our painted lips
In scores of catatonic
smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone
in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection
you project on me

When this repetition ends
behind the window shades
A semi-conscious sorrow
sleeping in the bed I've made
That most unrestful bed,
that most original of sins
And you'll say that's what I get
when I let ambitions win again

I'd hate to let you down
so I'll let the waters rise
And drown my dull reflection
in the naive expectation in your eyes
Back in a cast bit-part,
back when I felt most free
I had a butcher's heart
and no one thought they knew me

So before the regiment resumes,
before the dreaded sun appears
My driver's waiting,
so let's make one point crystal clear:
You see a flood-lit form,
I see a shirt design
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine

You're no friend of mine
You're no friend of mine
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine
You see a flood-lit form,
I see a shirt design
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine

I see myself in the reflection of people's eyes
Realising that what they see may not even be close
to the image I see in myself
And I think I might actually be more afraid
to let my own self down than anything else
I feel like the man in the story
Who saw a bear floating in the river
and thought it was a fur coat
Twelve years ago I stood on the shore
And jumped in and grabbed the coat
The river was rushing toward a waterfall
And, and my friend stood at the shore
and shouted to let go of the coat and swim back to land
I let go of the coat but the coat won't let go of me
In any case please let me know
if there's more I can give you
If nothing comes of it, then just know we are grateful