Verse 1:
Once I thought I was more right than wrong,
Painting myself in the corner.
What I bought and why it takes so long,
Something inside of her warned her.
Chorus:
I know that it doesn't matter much
But I hope we'll, keep in touch.
I know that we won't go on as such
But I hope we'll, keep in touch.
Could it be that hard,
To send you a postcard?
Verse 2:
Fragile smile, a ragged sleeve,
Didn't laugh once to often.
1 | My Drug Buddy |
2 | The Outdoor Type |
3 | Outdoor Type |
4 | If I Could Talk ID Tell You |
5 | It's About Time |
6 | Waiting Around To Die |
7 | Half The Time |
8 | Stove |
9 | Ceiling Fan In My Spoon |
10 | Break Me |