You remind me of a house I could have built with a poor view of the sky.      And that reminds me of tears I've seen - they clashed with each other in your mismatched eyes.       In praise of in refrain your driftwood smile.       In praise or in refrain your awkward posture.       And all the songs I never wrote       They sing you to sleep       Lost in the mail There was a letter from me       And oh how it brings me down       now It takes me far away Where you'll never go.       Count down the days until I leave with the pile of pizza boxes that I licked clean.       The only way that this could ever end is with you hating me and me on a jetplane.