To whom it may concern,   Should nothing better come along,   I'm alright with these being the best days of my life.   This letter lacks a face and a name and the words you say fall on deaf ears today.   Ths place is beautiful because there is nothing and because of its lack of you.   But still I wish you were here to see it for you would ruin it.   This place is a wasteland.   This bed is as cold as hell.   But it's better   so much better   than sleeping wherever you are.      I'll roll the windows down and sing a song for you.   Listen while you're sleeping and know how I truly feel.   I'm across state lines, I wish it were continents too but if oceans separate us,   I'd still be screaming at you   Hey