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The mailbox is slowly killing me
Day by day with its freaking emptiness
I'm growing smaller and smaller
I'm counting backwards.

Soon I will be a little girl
I will live in the mailbox
And then when you don't write me again
I can come in your dream and look at you
With eyes of a blue dog like on the picture
When I was five. I won't cry. Only look.

The world would be boring without bad girls
With them it seems to be too damn interesting
Ha-ha-ha says your German friend
I know more about her than you might think
That's all because I'm a Russian spy
I'm not clever. I'm just pretending.
It is called serendipity.

The difference between "unfair" and "dishonest"
Turned to be not essential
Exactly as I predicted
It all means the same:
"I'm not lying I just don't tell you the truth"
An old trick, isn't it?

But at least now I know what's scuppernong
Though not sure about the spelling.

And you've almost learned how to pronounce my lastname
Though it still sounds a little bit awkward.

All that mean that(what do you call it?)
Our relationship used to be  really "useful"

Please, feel free, wipe your ass with my letters.

Before I know you when I couldn't fall asleep
I would count little lambs:
one,two,three,four,twenty six, twenty six, twenty six...

Now I'm too dumb for that. Besides,
Some of them died, you killed them.
And tonight I have a new prayer:
Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!