"A Letter Addressed to Me" genre: Acoustic
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	**NEW RECORDING** older song off the "Like There's No Tomorrow EP"
	CD: Like There's No Tomorrow EP Credits: Cardboard Cut-Out
	Story Behind the Song This song is a little vulgar with it's intentions...but hey what would music be without emotion. Goes out to that special somebody who deserves no more than laying face first in the dirt. Lyrics Should have done something when something's enough You saw my hands were shaking on my way down to the ground You left me here with nothing but nothing's enough With my hands around your neck this just ain't tangible You set my heart on fire but it wasn't to much Cause now I turn around and I'm face first in the dirt And having nothing is more than enough Never felt pain that was quite this tangible Branching off on broad ideas and the worthless thoughts this perseveres There's not much left to do or say but don't look back cause I'm running away All I can hope for is icey roads and your name in the headlines by morning's glow I'll bury tonight in memories and hope you drown in regrets for me Never doing nothing was always enough But breaking hearts was the perfect job for you And if I dreamt of something I'd have to conjure it up I'm hoping by now this is understandable We're burning all our bridges well it happens enough It's hard to stand up straight but I'll make it through this time And to me you are nothing and that is enough Being "to good" is not understandable Branching off on broad ideas and the worthless thoughts this perseveres There's not much left to do or say but don't look back cause I'm running away All I can hope for is icey roads and your name in the headlines by morning's glow I'll bury tonight in memories and hope you drown in regrets for me Branching off on broad ideas and the worthless thoughts this perseveres There's not much left to do or say but don't look back cause I'm running away All I can hope for is icey roads and your name in the headlines by morning's glow I'll bury tonight in memories and hope you drown in regrets for me (tomorrow comes it's still the same, hell bent over stupid games fool me once the jokes on me, fool me twice this fool is through never felt quite like this before, as your casket could I ask for more? I'll write myself a letter address it to me, fold it up then its out to sea)

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