It’s been over 30 days I’ve not received your letter
My fingernails are chewed down to the bone
So many different ways I’ve tried to say I’m sorry
While I’m left here in this 8 by 10 alone
It’s not the four walls moving in that tortures me
It’s not the cold cement or shivers down my spine
It’s just them visions in my head that make me paranoid
And wonder if when I get out will you be mine
I never should have treated you so bad my love I’m sorry
I’m broken I can see that now it’s true
My picket fence has turned to razor wire and now I’m awaiting trial
For things you have to know I did not do
If I could get a word with you I’d be just fine
Or any envelope with both your name and mine
Would be enough to keep me going
In a world where I’m left knowing that
There’s something more to live for just outside
Seems like the last time, feels like the first
Though I’ve had bad days this has to be my worst
I’m left thinking of you dear
While I’m waiting here
I haven’t seen the sun since it rested on your shoulder
While we walked along that vacant riverside
They carried me away to a place where I’ll get older
If I cannot prove to them you never died
Seems like the last time, feels like the first
Though I’ve had bad days this has to be my worst
I’m left thinking of you dear
While I’m waiting here
Seems like the last time, feels like the first
Though I’ve had bad days this has to be my worst
I’m left thinking of you dear
While I’m waiting here
