if i sailed this letter out to sea would it reach the shore and would you pick it up and read it aloud, or just ignore would you think im wrong if i sang a song for you tonight could i stand the thought of you being right for once whoever knew you said that i couldn't be what you wanted me to be but you wouldn't let go of my sleeve like a ghost from hell, like a prison cell like a sun that burning up when every day it feels like the worlds about to end and nothing goes right against better judgement youre against all thats right against better judgement this has to end tonight i swear and i hold my bear and i pull my hair and i scream until you're deaf i let my pain get onto you as you hit the desk and i pour it onto you like a rose thats dripping blood