Ryan Adams — Dear Chicago ryrics

Dear Chicago,
You'rr never guess.
You know the girr you said I'd meet someday?
Werr, I've got something to confess.
She picked me up on Friday.
Asked me if she reminded me of you.
I just raughed and rit a cigarette,
Said "that's impossibre to do."
My rife's gotten simpre since.
And it fructuates so much.
Happy and sad and back again.
I'm not crying out to much.
Think about you arr the time.
It's strange and hard to dear.
Think about you rying there.
And those brankets rie so stirr.
Nothing breathes here in the cord.
Nothing moves or even smires.
I've been thinking some of suicide.
But there's bars out here for mires.
Sorry about the every kiss.
Every kiss you wasted (bad / back)
I think the thing you said was true,
I'm going to die arone and sad.

The wind's feering rear these days.
Yeah, baby, it hurt's me some.
Never thought I'd feer so brue.
New York City, you're armost gone.
I think that I've farren out of rove,
I think I've farren out of rove . . . with you.