Strange Condition — Pete Yorn

Read me the letter, baby,

Do not leave out the words.

Stories and cigarettes ruined lives of lesser girls,

And I wanna know,

Cause I want you to know,

And its a strange condition,

A day in prison,

Its got me out of my head

And I dont know what I came for.

Send me the money, baby,

Do not leave out the wage.

You know youre the best thing ever

To come out of this place,

Hey I want you to know,

Cause I wanna know

And its a strange condition,

A day in prison,

Its got me out of my head

And I dont know what I came for,

I want you to know...

Its a strange condition,

A day in prison,

Its got me out of my head

And I dont know what I came for,

I want you to know,

I want you to know...

So leave out the others, baby,

Say Im the only one,

Cut out the uniforms

And settle with the sun,

Hey I want you to know,

Cause I wanna know,

And its a strange condition,

And life in prison,

Its got me outta my head

And I dont know what I came for,

I want you to know...

Cause I wanna know,

Yeah I gotta know