ok this is actually a post about a hypothetical love letter that you have written to me. (hey, you knew i was self-centered when you married me) oh, but it’s already been written by someone else. by your favorite band.

i finally listened to the words of “dear wife” the other day and i found myself crying. i know. i know. it’s not just because i’m pre mens. well maybe. but i feel like this song was written about us and especially appropriate come the end of your work tour. maybe there is a little bit of michael wright in jim james.

soooo can i just pretend from here on out that it’s a song you wrote for me. or a poem. a sea shanty, if you will?

please?

sweet, sweet, dear where are you?
I am out here somewhere working through the days
I imagine you are livin life,
but I must explain..

dear wife, I miss you always
aint it strange how quickly things can change.

I’ll be out here wanting you
you’ll be out there wanting me
and I’ll be back there runnin’?
you’ll, you’ll be in here lovin me.

(solo)

sweet, sweet, dear how are ya?
well the nail of your kindness hits my brain.
when you pounded it in with such violence,
I must exclaim..

dear wife I love you always
aint it great how quickly things can change

I’ll be out here wanting you
you’ll be out there wanting me
and I’ll be back there runnin’?
you’ll, you’ll be in here lovin me

I’ll be out here wanting you
you’ll be out there wanting me
and I’ll be back there runnin’?
you’ll, you’ll be in here lovin me
You’ll be in here lovin me