Letters to Yourself - Swingin Utters

Let your eyes promise me lies

Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye

Never even write to me a letter

I won’t worry about tearful endeavors

There was no reason to return, I was told

Nobody waiting back home

Nothing is left but the promises of praise

Nothing remains but the courages I crave

No phone calls late at night

Picture’s a constant reminder

No burning of impassioned pages

Or returning them to sender

You send a letter to the only one you can’t deny

Who will never send you a reply

You never bother to ask yourself why

Blinded by your own dim light

Tried but devout, tortured the cherished

Loved the unheralded, bought up their trash

Brought to my knees by beggars and braggarts

Washed my laced sleeves after each miscarriage

You fill your pen and spill your words onto each line

Your monogram in wax seals a pathetic cry

You’re so romantic, so cautious and tranquilized

Is anything behind your eyes?

Behind your eyes

Behind your eyes