Writing Letters in the Morning

It hasn’t been the greatest of summers
Another few months I grow more dumber
Cause what is the pickle is once a cucumber
And this hasn’t been the greatest of summers
Writing letters in the morning
Out the window it’s slowly pouring
But I’m stuck writing letters in the morning
I’m playing one chord
One chord in my right hand
The descending bass line in my left hand
One six five four five four five four
It’s one six five four five four five four
This is a really, really simple song
Hope you like it Heather
It doesn’t have to be such a good summer
We need to find time to grow more dumber
Cause what once was pickle was twice a cucumber
This hasn’t been the greatest of summers
Cause out the window it’s slowly pouring
I’m writing letters in the morning