Straw - Postcards From Hell текст песни

I was comatose
I was drinking it in tomorrow
I was stealing poses
I was seeing ghosts
I was looking to shake my shadow
Confusing myself
Choosing the short straw
I'm moving to hell, (I'll send you a postcard)

Feeling unwell, even the nurse
Reminds me of you
This is the last day of the war
This is the last day I will want to fight with you
This is the last day of the war
Don't blame it on me

I was floating over
I was overdosed
I wasn't planning on going solo
Now I'm slipping under
Now my eyes are closed
I was dreaming about the photo
Confusing myself
They're shooting the wrong horse
I'm moving to hell

Going to send you a postcard
Being unwell
Feeling the nurse reminds me of you
This is my reward...