Aren't love letters
A social construct
Anyway

For the better
Fear hit self destruct
Saved the day

Fooled the world twice
Trapped tools in a vice
I know you know

Belong away
We all still believe
In always

Fine as sunlight
Sad as another morning
With a filled ashtray

Pick your own fights,
Won't die on those hills
Again, but

I'm on your side
And live for the thrills
Whatever I say