Dear Laura
Thank you for your letter
It was hard to read, was it hard to write
We threw the coins together
Bird and plane same size in the sky

Your body is glamor
Smoking on camera
In this one you’re the CEO
You’ve got ideas for a video

Dear Laura, sorry for my weather
Took some things that almost changed my mind
40 minute monologue in one take
Cabin fever burning me alive

Your body is glamor
Smoking on camera
In this one you’re the CEO
You’ve got ideas for a video
You’ve got ideas for a video

You came back to find me in the pages
The high was just warming up
You were talking with the ground, what did it say then?
I couldn’t hear it when it told you where to go

Now I’m on the wall watching it all
Like a confused fly who thinks it needs the light
Then dies once it gets inside

Wanting something I shouldn’t touch
So much

I woke up from the dream in which I prove it
We’re standing in the future on a roof
But then it was the summer cuz a year passed
Since you walked away for me for you

Now I’m on the wall watching it all
Like a confused fly thinking I need the light
Then I die when I get inside

Wanting something I shouldn’t touch
So much

Back then it was all too much for me to understand
And things are never done so much as willfully abandoned
I like to think about you
By the time you hear this I still do

Like a confused fly thinking I need the light
Then I die when I get inside
Wanting something I shouldn’t touch
So much

More soon