Thank-you Note Lyrics - Letters - Butch Walker

As she woke up for the final injection 

The sickness was hard 

When there was no one around 

And it spread to her hands 

And it spread to her legs 

And they felt like the mud from the pond on the ground 

that she played in as a kid 

What she did to deserve this 

While her friends were at parties 

She was on the floor, with a mixture of blood 

Sweat and tears by her head 

That's when she said, can I be dead? 

Yeah I've heard that before 

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So as I'm writing this thank you note 

There's just one thing she wanted you to know 

Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you 

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Just hung the painting that we found of London 

I never saw the beauty of that city before 

As it sat in our basement next to board games and year books 

With a faint smell of must, dust and dog food on the floor 

So as I'm writing this thank you note 

There's just one thing she wanted you to know 

Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you