I Wrote Myself a Letter

Hello (yeah)

Hello (this is...)

Hello (is this a...)

Yeah, uh, yeah...

I wrote myself a letter in the mail

Two guys called and this is what they said

"Hey, Casey, why don't ya come down to the station?"

"Oh, we just wanna have a little conversation"

'Bout that time, grew my eyes, yeah

We're on the run

Hey, we're on the run

You're a personal suspicion

Look at me

You're fucking high right now

I wrote myself a letter in jail

I called my wife and this is what she said

"Hey, Casey, what ya doing at the station?"

"Oh, baby, we just need a little conversation"

'Bout that time grew my eyes, yeah

I'm on the run

Yay, I'm on the run

Passenger, step out of the vehicle

Driver, step out of the vehicle

I read aloud this letter to you all

Think of it as my one call

There was no music on that day

So I wrote a song when they let me walk away

You're free to go

Always around

'Bout that time grew their eyes, yeah

Still on the run

Yeah, still on the run