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...