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Hey Dad, how you doing? We ain't spoken for a while Nothing much to tell you, but I think I'm doing fine Maddy's getting married to a woman that I like London's still the same, nobody smiles I wake up in the morning and I get down on my knees Don't know what I pray to, but I know that I believe If the devil's in the detail, then God is in the peace Slowly I'm learning how to breathe I met a girl in Texas and she opened up my eyes I didn't see it coming, so I didn't see it die Blinked and I had missed it is the story of my life Slowly I been learning how to fly It'd either be cartoons or the local evening news It's a hotel room confession kind of night This letter to you is the least that I can do To tell you I don't always get it right Yeah I've got time to kill in Spokane, Washington tonight I'm still the king of petty like I was at seventeen Got a handy j in Bettys while finishing my tea I think I'm getting better at getting over me But I still have trouble letting trouble be Letras de cancionesMiriam and me have started speaking once again I don't know where it's headed, but I'm okay being friends I send her all my demos, she's a nightmare to impress Oh it's something in the air when we connect It'd either be cartoons or the local evening news It's a hotel room confession kind of night This letter to you is the least that I can do To tell you I don't always get it right Yeah I've got time to kill in Spokane, Washington tonight Late nights at the station after Burger King is closed I wander round in circles imagining your ghost I see us on the platform standing in the snow Hey Dad, I miss ya I know I can't be with ya Just know I'm feeling sad, but not alone And writing you this letter feels like home From Letras Mania