Indianas Biggest Export is Seasonal Depression
Dear Jessie
Yeah I write you
To see if you've gotten better
Cause I know you
Way better
Than anyone else these days
Do you still have
That six string
You thought
Will help you get through this
But it couldn't

I can't seem to get you out of my mind
I must've tried at leas ta thousand times but I can't
No I can't

I can't seem to shake out of this mess
I hope one day I'll move on from this
And hopefully we both finally get better

Yeah I sit here
And smoke these
Cigarettes
And hope they'll make me
Forget this
Mess of
The life I'd made since the day you left
Why is it so hard to let you go
When i don't want you anymore
I can't seem to get you out of my mind
And I must've tried at least a thousand times
But I can't
No I can't

I can't seem to shake out of this mess
I hope one day I'll move on from this
And hopefully we both finally get better

Dear Jessie
I hope you
Get this letter in time
Cause if you don't
Get it by next week I
Probably won't be alive