Letters from Breaking by Cold Wrecks

You tore off my skin with your teeth and you shaved my face
Didn’t leave any cuts with your dull pink razor blade
But did you think this was serious?
No, that’s not something that we get
From these late night phone calls and I always let

Myself get carried away
With all the things you say
And I drink them in
Like I drink everything
Careful at first but I get lost sometimes

You wrote me a letter
The stamp said forever
But the mailman doesn’t do his job
I found it buried in a newspaper with Hebrew letters
It had the wrong address
But I still found it buried
Yeah I still read it by myself

I took a kitchen knife to the envelope
Slim fingers never do this right
And I shut the door lay on my bed
Reminds me that I always let
Myself get carried away

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