Copasetic

Electric pulse sent to my hand

Pen to paper, paper sent to man

2000 65 degrees

Written in our house amongst the trees

We've lived here since summer '94

Broken windows, hearts, maybe more

I've licked the stamp and mailed it out

Break the silence, can you hear me shout?

I hope they get it, oh I hope they get it

They're fine now. I'm copasetic.

We've set up goals. I hope I met it.

Absolution didn't seem so far away...

Finalize my favorite draft

Isolation is making me laugh

In these four walls I write it down

Absolute control of it now

I waited three days to hear from you

Wishing the words could stick like glue

Inside your brain you see mistakes

A forwarding address for my heartbreak