Ghost Come Back
Postcard
You wrote me a sentenceIt said, E.T. come homeOn the back of a postcardWith a drawing of a telephoneAnd I'm only three blocks from the beachBut I never leave my apartment except to eatAnd score drugs on Del Playa StreetI wish I'd knownI should have come homeNow Christmas is here and the streets flood with rainFrat boys waterski behind cars againAnd it seems I've caught fever so I self-medicateMix a few things together and it all goes awayI wish I'd knownI should have come homeBut I never willWhy'd you ask me to stayLike you cared anywayI was dead to youDead on Del Playa StreetYou wrote me a sentenceIt said, E.T. come homeOn the back of a postcardLetras de cancionesWith a drawing of a telephoneAnd I'm only three blocks from the beachBut I never leave my apartmentIt's a reliefThere are standards I won't ever meetI wish I'd knownAbout the disease in your bonesI should have come home
From Letras Mania