Now i get a letter in the mailbox
Saying that I had the wrong address, the wrong spot
See this right here is making me hot
I cant find that special someone to unlock my lock
But I'm not going to complain
I am going to continue to look out the window when it begins to rain
Questioning myself will the sun ever come out and unleash this dull
Hoping someone comes with that love that I would pull
But i guess not
So should I stop
No, because whoever it may be
Wont just stop and quit on me
So I'm going to re mail this letter
And when the mail truck return, hope I feel better
