Hoping to Say

In a package that comes in the mail everyday

I received my headache and failed to relay

All the things that I'm constantly hoping to say

To those who we all hold so dear.

I once had the knack but it didn't last long

The last time I had that, it wasn't that strong

It's clear to me now that it's all turned out wrong

For those who we all hold so dear.

Oh-ho, and it's making me cry

Oh-ho, they won't let me get high.

I can remember when things weren't so tough

Just a few worries but still not enough

They soon began building and too much to tell

To those who we all hold so dear.

Oh-ho, and it's making me cry

Oh-ho, they won't let me get high.