All this cotton
Rainy weather
Hasn't gotten dry just yet
I've forgotten
Where's my letter?
I feel rotten
Always wet
ooo...
Haven't written
Since the winter
I get bitten since it broke
I've been sitting
All this summer
Outside insects getting
Thick enough to choke
on...
And I can barely make it to the box
Tiny pinpricks on my conscience slowly pick its locks
And I'm scratching at my neck
And it scares me half to d**h
Is there any way to check?
Must be something in my sweat...
Oh, this season
Getting colder
Got a teasing sense of how to slow it down
Need a reason
Like your shoulder
Life's a freezing vent
I want you in this town
ooo...