Hoping To Say

In a package that comes in the mail everyday
I received my headache and failed to relay
All the things that I’m constantly hoping to say
To those who we all hold so dear
I once had the knack but it didn’t last long
The last time I had that, it wasn’t that strong
It’s clear to me now that it’s all turned out wrong
For those who we all hold so dear
Oh-ho, and it’s making me cry
Oh-ho, they won’t let me get high
I can remember when things weren’t so tough
Just a few worries but still not enough
They soon began building and too much to tell
To those who we all hold so dear
Oh-ho, and it’s making me cry
Oh-ho, they won’t let me get high