The Letter - Victory At Sea

You left a letter

It was meant to be thrown away

Not to be read aloud at a smoky bar

But wait a sec

We could only smoke outside

I knew this would piss you off

To know it’s dead

So I went back in to the back of the room

I read and smoked my cigarette

Your pictures past

And not so present hung for odyssey

You took me to the prom

You held my arm

We even danced a little

Your pictures past

And not so present hung for odyssey

You were metal

I was goth

Still we danced a little

It’s not your birthday it’s your funeral

What a shame

Cause the gang’s all here and we’re toasting your name

It’s not your birthday it’s your funeral

What a shame

Cause the gang’s all here and we’re toasting your name

The understatement of the year award

Goes to you cause the last thing that you said to me

Was Hey I’ll See You Later

You walked me home like you always did

A perfect end to good ole friends

Yeah, i’ll see you later

It’s not your birthday it’s your funeral

What a shame

Cause the gang’s all here and we’re toasting your nameIt’s not your birthday

it’s your funeral

What a goddamn shame

Cause the gang’s all here and we’re toasting your name