Address Your Letters

For our last number, I'd like to ask your help
The people in the cheaper seats, clap your hands
And the rest of you, if you'd just rattle your jewelry

Drain a bottle of cheap, red wine
You drift off and fall asleep at night
Grab my coat and take a walk outside
Light a smoke and kiss my youth goodbye

You see I'm just as good at wasting time
As John and Paul are good at making rhymes
Why do all the good ones have to die?
Yeah, I wish I thought of that before I made you cry

Don't write your letters to me
Don't get wasted at the party
Don't address your letters to me
Don't get wasted at the party

Why don't we wait?
Why do I take the bait?
I'm filled with so much hate
I'm sure you feel the same

Fly down the interstate
I run a little late
Dinner starts at eight
What you don't know
This is our last day

Don't write your letters to me
Don't get wasted at the party
Don't address your letters to me
Don't get wasted at the party, oh

My hands begin to shake
Why do I take the bait?
I'm filled with so much hate
I wish I could stay