She called me up but didn’t have the guts 
 [bad word] right out and say what she had done 
She tried to hide it, could not deny it 
But I’m not angry just take all of these 

Dead love letters I feel better I’m all right by myself 
I feel just fine since I put my heart up on the shelf 

Now and then when she’s [bad word] enough 
She’ll call me up and say she needs to talk 
She’ll say she’s sorry, I’ll say don’t worry 
Cause I’m not angry I threw away those 

Dead love letters I feel better I’m all right by myself 
I feel just fine since I put my heart up on the shelf 

She’s a gun loaded up and pointed at me 
She’s a gun; she’s some place that I don’t wanna be