A                                          E
   This letter you get it, you burn it, forget it 
                         D
It's not what I meant to say 
                       E
You might think me a scapegrace 
                       A
Really a fugitive in decay 
                            E
I exist here on an acre of nature 
             D
In the diminutive 
                                      E
But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager 
                A
My favorite hypocrite 

You are a master of the commerce of friendship 
So I put all of my feathers on 
I wrote you this letter, I send it 
And this foul weather is gone 
Of your last words to me I am thinking 
And of the depth of your eyes 
But you can't halt the profound shrinking 
Of this, my porcelain life 

If axed that I reject your protection 
Well I abhor captivity 
I want to live alone in my little section 
So very wild and watery 

How to preserve my own mistaken perfection? 
Oh you refine vulgarity 
I want to tenuously ask this question 
Out of a census for clarity 

You are a master of the commerce of friendship 
So I put all of my feathers on 
I wrote you this letter, I send it 
And this foul weather is gone 
Of your last words to me I am thinking 
And of the depth of your eyes 
But you can't halt the profound shrinking 
Of this, my porcelain life