To whom it may concern, you've got a lot to learn

What makes you think that you can talk to me that way?

You know I just kind of stood there, smiling very politely

But now I've got a few words I'd like to say

You ever come near me again, I'll have to hit you in the chin



I'm writing letters in my head, about the things I should have said

While I lie awake in bed, I'm writing letters in my head



Dear John, okay I'll admit I was wrong

When I said that you always get your way

Well you know I can be mean, and sometimes I like to scream

About all of the things that you know I'll never change

May be a dreamer and a little lazy, but you gotta know I'm just crazy



I'm writing letters in my head, about the things I should have said

While I lie awake in bed, I'm writing letters in my head



I wish I had a wire hooked to my brain, so I could send you a letter this way

But by the time I pick up the pen, I don't say what I should have said

I don't like to write and I don't like to phone

Someday I'm gonna be all alone

No one will write me or ever call

What if no one comes to my funeral?



I'm writing letters in my head, about the things I should have said

While I lie awake in bed, I'm writing letters in my head

Tossing turning in my bed I'm writing letters in my head




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