Postcard

You should send a postcard

And tell me what you think now

Send it to my new place

I'll open it and sit down

Pour a glass of whiskey

Tell me how you made it big now

How everyone around you is so mother fuckin rich now

It's sick how, you could fake this

I hate fake shit

I can't dance well

Shit, I made this

What an anthill that we're placed in

Can't stand still, keep pacing

Keep saying no to those thoughts babe

Tell yourself that I lost faith

See it there in your taut face

Just breathe, just breathe

Just breathe

My love

I see you're doing great

Your thoughts, you got

Are they self made

Or are we playing fake

Again

You should send a postcard

Forced art, hand made

Show me, that you found your great escape

But are we playing fake

I feel a wolf in my closet

The sensitive spot in your noggin

It's evident that I got problems

I hate that I mention I got em, but I got em

So fuck it, I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket

Feel like a puppet, Kermit the Muppet

Nervous in public, she hated her family tree

You could write a postcard if you want

I don't think I'll get fixed

Retired off in my head

Writing down a new list

Of all the things I should have did and done

And I wish I had

Some things are meant to last

You sent the card, it fell through the cracks

I know, I know

I know

My love

I see you're doing great

Your thoughts, you got

Are they self made

Or are we playing fake

Again

You should send a postcard

Forced art, hand made

Show me, that you found your great escape

But are we playing fake