Letter-Slowed

Every time I wake up late, you know

Still Bumping Frank and Rex, the vibe we loved

To those now just a blur in my room

I letter you starting with a Dear

Hey, grudges are meaningless, so

Please, recall the good memories

See? I can’t even count ‘em all

And I say woo

woo

I can feeeeeeeeel

Everywhere just holds a piece of us

That might have lost its meaning through the way

Freakin days, Drunken nights

That’s enough to come around

Yeah, we should try

And I say