Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Wishing that I had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
Letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So, run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
And a Letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Wear that dress when you're dying
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
wishing that I had just something you wore
