I get tired so I write letters to myself I hold the pen, slip right under And spend all day inside I get angry when I write letters to myself I drink the rain and call for thunder But can't survive the storm I get jealous so I write letters to myself I lift my head and look beyond her I'm not turning round again I'm not stupid so I know the letters go unread So I take myself to a quiet corner And work all through the night I'll build a model of you I feel nothing when I hear you talk Cause I know that you don't read them Now that all I have is time I'll build a model of you I feel nothing when I see you smile And you're coming around again Maybe in a thousand letters time I'll have a model of you