Open Letter

I kept all of the letters Don't read them they make me bitter They're stored in old dirty caskets That I keep under the mattress Her clothes are still in my garage In bags that she couldn't manage Feels rude, just to go and throw them out I'm rude, everybody's heard by now Heard by now Heard by now Don't tell me I'm tired of being innocuous And winning all the fights I like it when you slur me And ruin quiet nights I can't operate her And if I could I don't think I would like her Half as much as I do 'Cus it's the little things That get me out of the blue Lets sign a truce if its over Promise all weapons are holstered Scraping the ice from the motor Nothings as cold as your shoulder Farewell to warm smiles and glances Such is retired romances Felt rude, if I ever casted doubt I'm rude, everybody's heard by now Heard by now Heard by now Don't tell me I'm tired of being innocuous And winning all the fights I like it when you slur me And ruin quiet nights I can't operate her And if I could I don't think I would like her Half as much as I do 'Cus it's the little things That get me out of the blue Du-du-du-du-du-du-du Du-du-du-du-du-du-du Half as much as I do 'Cus it's the little things That get me out of the blue Heard by now Heard by now Heard by now Heard by now 'Cus its the little things That get me out of the blue