We write letters

We feel that there are things to tell

You told me about the winter

I told you about the summer rain

You told me about your favorite band,

I think they sound a little better in print than on tape

We write letters

We feel that good friends should be kept

You wrote about a secret

I went around and thought of it all day

You told me about your worries

and good times you had and the contents of your fridge

(I told you about)

You told me what I did already know

(I told you about)

I told you what I could never rid of, too

(I told you about)

I quote you as if you words were scripture

(I told you about)

You told me that everything was alright

You need to live for yourself

You need to get friends where you live

You need to live for yourself

You need to stop writing to me

You need to live for yourself

You need to get friends where you live

You need to live for yourself

You need to stop writing to me

We wrote letters

You're putting an end to this

I wrote about a feeling

I know it should have stayed in my head

A great art is lost when I gave up

It should have stayed in my head

(I told you about)

You told me what I did already know

(I told you about)

I told you what I could never live up to

(I told you about)

I quote you as if your words were scripture

(I told you about)

You told me that everything was alright

You need to live for yourself

You need to get friends where you live

You need to live for yourself

You need to stop writing to me

You need to live for yourself

You need to get friends where you live

You need to live for yourself

You need to stop writing to me