Late-Night Delivery - Dear Moderation

Dear moderation
It's me
I'm sorry I haven't wrote
When you shoved it down my throat
I got turned off

Dear moderation
Our friends all scattered like the ash
They were drumming on the dash
When they drove away

Into the city
Poisoned and pretty
You cry on the phone
In debt but not alone

You're on the rebound
Ripped from the wet ground
I remember you in 1992

Well it's just something that we dreamed up when we were young

Dear moderation
As children no one ever taught us how to play guitars
We just played

Well we couldn't stay long and I left my phone in the car
Then we drove to the sticks with a case of beer for the party

As the parties faded we hit clubs
And the clubs hit back
I remember in November all the pretty lights
Before they went bLack
And the pain of the morning after
And the slow disaster

And then a couple of you fade from view

Dear moderation
I wonder
If you've got the time
I'm seeing friends of mine
Would you stay away?

Into the city
Poisoned and pretty
You cry on the phone
In debt but not alone

You're on the rebound
Ripped from the wet ground
I remember you in 1992

Well it's just something that we dreamed up when we were young

Written by:
Peter Hassett

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