David F. Bello - Burning Envelope lyrics

With hair that reflects the white moonlight Can't you see it's you I'm living for? With eyes like miniature stars And a mind full of cheap cliched metaphors Who are you pining after now A singer, actor, k**er, or celebrity Or a guy with a car and a lot of friends Who have fake IDs and love to party Make yourself some food and leave the light on for me I won't get out of bed until late Leave me a note about how you slept last night And about the dreams you had about fate The Grim Reaper was less than a foot behind you But you woke up just in time to see me Coming to bed with spilled alcohol And ink all over my jeans My hands are covered in unwritten words Discarded on the impotent path To find a way to describe you Without engaging your wrath All I could get was the sound of a bird And an empty jar with no smell A stinking shard of folded paper A letter that said "what the hell"