To whom it may concern, you've got a lot to learn What makes you think that you can talk to me that way? You know I just kind of stood there, smiling very politely But now I've got a few words I'd like to say You ever come near me again, I'll have to hit you in the chin I'm writing letters in my head, about the things I should have said While I lie awake in bed, I'm writing letters in my head Dear John, okay I'll admit I was wrong When I said that you always get your way Well you know I can be mean, and sometimes I like to scream About all of the things that you know I'll never change May be a dreamer and a little lazy, but you gotta know I'm just crazy I'm writing letters in my head, about the things I should have said While I lie awake in bed, I'm writing letters in my head I wish I had a wire hooked to my brain, so I could send you a letter this way But by the time I pick up the pen, I don't say what I should have said I don't like to write, and I don't like to phone Someday I'm gonna be all alone No one will write me or ever call What if no one comes to my funeral? I'm writing letters in my head, about the things I should have said While I lie awake in bed, I'm writing letters in my head Tossing turning in my bed, I'm writing letters in my head