Writing Letters

Saturday morning
The phone rang
Why don't you pick up the phone?
You aren’t doing anything

Asked her about it later
It seemed to upset her
What do you know about it?
I was writing letters

Last time I checked your stationery still had the wrappers on
All your pens spent all night in the living room
Stamps on the counter stuck together
You'd run them through the wash

Wish I could write those letters
The kind that make you blush

From the other room it sounds like you're having fun
With all this correspondence I still ain’t getting none

Saturday morning
The phone rang
Why don't you pick up the phone?
You aren't doing anything

Asked her about it later
It seemed to upset her
What do you know about it?
I was writing letters