The Grip Weeds - Letters Lyrics

My hands are trembling my heart beating fast
I open the letter that has come at last
Explanations I expect of the past
In the letters that we send

Quickly I find there's no reason for joy
Words are evasive and try to avoid
Confrontations I had to employ
In the letters that we send

BR I used to laugh and make fun of my friends
I thought were so naive
Now I can see that I deluded myself
So easy to believe

I take the time to compose my reply
In this I intend to expose all the lies
And leave a part of my life now behind
In the letters that we send

BR

My hands are trembling my heart beating fast
I send the letter she cannot surpass
Somehow I know that this must be the last
Of the letters that we send

The letters that we send
The letters that we send