I'll be that suffering one
Numb not clever
Ms. I'll see you never
Late out on the street

I'll be there cross holdin'
Always under weather
In that old dirty sweater
That never fitted me

All tattered
Those stories don't matter much to me
All weathered
Those old letters don't matter much to me

Sick from the gutter
But now I'm feeling better
So now I'll send your letter
With crossed I's dotted t's

Lost in the moment
Your fear of me is tethered
To where I am and centered
On when I swear clean

All tattered
Those stories don't matter much to me
All weathered
Those old letters don't matter much to me