Letters were all sent with no addresses so that people can’t discover.
We’re always undercover.
Why do I always draw triangles instead of words this paper so deserves?

‘Cause you see,
I don’t own my clothes but I own my mind,
And it’s not what you’ve lost,
But it’s what you find.

You’ve treasured your home town, but you’ve forgotten where you are.
And it will stay with you until you’re mind’s been found,
and it has been found wondering around.

I wish I stayed,
I wish I stayed,
I wish I stayed.