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