Dear John

On my way home

Watching the sun go down

Cold in my bones

Is this the final round

I hopped on a plane

But It’s all okay

We’ll meet in the drive thru again

I sat by the window

And saw San Francisco

Chem trails of you in the sky

Dear John

Dear John

January comes

My windows are cold as ice

Her tongue is a gun

Ready to spit out a bullet tonight

Dust in my eye

Im too scared to cry

Im drifting away

She wrote me a letter

I thought we were better

I’m laying awake

Dear John

Dear John

Hold me close

You're all I know

Hold me close

Don't let me go

I see your face

My happy place

A warm embrace

In pouring rain