April 10 by Garbage
It was April the tenth
I remember it well
It was so cold that year
It was colder than hell
Things haven't been good
For you, for a while
Because I'd been on tour
I hadn't heard
And you've dropped in
With the letter you wrote
And I read it aloud
To prove that I could
And we were both laughing
Cause we know how you are
We never thought
Your quitting was good
We thought that we knew you
And I guess that we don't
Are you heavenly or
just like the past?
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