We write letters   We feel that there are things to tell   You told me about the winter   I told you about the summer rain   You told me about your favorite band, I think they sound a little better in print than on tape      We write letters   We feel that good friends should be kept   You wrote about a secret   I went around and thought of it all day   You told me about your worries and good times you had and the contents of your fridge      (I told you about)   You told me what I did already know   (I told you about)   I told you what I could never rid of, too   (I told you about)   I quote you as if you words were scripture   (I told you about)   You told me that everything was alright      You need to live for yourself   You need to get friends where you live   You need to live for yourself   You need to stop writing to me   You need to live for yourself   You need to get friends where you live   You need to live for yourself   You need to stop writing to me      We wrote letters   You're putting an end to this   I wrote about a feeling   I know it should have stayed in my head   A great art is lost when I gave up   It should have stayed in my head      (I told you about)   You told me what I did already know   (I told you about)   I told you what I could never live up to   (I told you about)   I quote you as if your words were scripture   (I told you about)   You told me that everything was alright      You need to live for yourself   You need to get friends where you live   You need to live for yourself   You need to stop writing to me   You need to live for yourself   You need to get friends where you live   You need to live for yourself   You need to stop writing to me