A GAMBLE IN LIFE (AN OPEN LETTER TO JENNY LEWIS)

I wanted to write a song about French films and trains, but I couldn't focus, focus on the pain.

So now I am just sittin' here thinkin' of you, I am on the Texas Eagle, it's route 22.

You know already that my middle name is always, so why must you dance around my hallways?

I am waiting for you, now in the car, it looks like however, we'll never get far.

Baby, I know your bad news, after all that's the reason I like you.

Don't you think I know it's a hit? Your starring in it, but I think you know, you're the shit.

shu-bop. shu-bop. my baby...

I must wonder, do you love me like I love you? I want to know you, but will I ever get to?

I'll hold your life in my hands, not just that pretty little face.
When I get to California, please, put me in my place.

Cause I love you, and I don't care if you love me. Go ahead, have the baby.

If it turns out to be all for love, you will be loved. Open up your eyes, keep it up, it will be enough. You know it, you will be loved.

I wanted to find myself by travelin' out west, but I don't think however that there is anyone who is better. This is the reason, I will not drop the rock on you, and so you know, it's here in this letter.

If you're telling me that you're lonely too, why do I sit here waiting, panting for you? If you have had enough o fthe breakdowns, why don't you just let your guard down? I'll never deconstruct, but I'll live my life to build you up.

Please don't murder what matters to me, cause you'll be killing yourself if you did.

I know I'm all alone, and seriously what the hell is sleep? I hope that one day you will sing this song, and we'll get the chance to meet.

Could you really be my American wife, or is this just one more gamble in life?