I Hate Myself - To a husband at war • correction
things are here, and you're over there
■and in between: land, sea, everything
I hope you're warm, and I hope you think of me,
and the way things used to be.
yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,
but I knew and I know that it was a lie.
I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
I mean our room. I went back to our room and cried
retreat, and come back home.
english