People get drunk and call

I wrote you letters

All stashed away in a drawer

Hope you never find them, ever

Fears and insecurities on paper

Other things you cannot know

All stashed away in a drawer

In the privacy of those letters

The secrets I don't dare tell

Scandals that best not emerge

All stashed away in a drawer

In the privacy of those letters

My sinfully notorious reputation

Oh, those recklessly wicked days

All stashed away in a drawer

In the privacy of those letters

You must not discover those affairs

They're the skeletons in my closet

They need to remain concealed

Buried; in those letters I never sent

The drunken letters you never got.

~r.a.w