Fan Mail

I set my hand to writing you, it drifted off the page
I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake
I haven't ate in days
For unspoken value, aesthetic, and charm
I'd smile at you sideways
But the lighting is wrong
I'm taking a picture, and counting the cost
While the bells in my ears keep ringing
I set my hand to writing you... It drifted of the page
I nearly fell, I feel like a lowlife in hell
And I haven't slept in days and days, days and days
Beat on my Fender through my Gemini 2
Play to the posters on the wall of my room
Thought I was crazy when I'd think about you
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
In my ear bells are ringing