I'm bored in the afternoon,
Rehashing this old tune,
I'm tired,
Hungover-
I'm wired.
Thinkin' about the old days,
Picturing an old face,
Go back to a warm place,
Listen to some shoe gaze. (?)
Your far away from here,
Meeting people, drinking beer-
Assuming,
Your still all consuming.
High in mind and city,
Fills me with such pity,
Write down something witty,
Sing this stupid ditty...
I'm feeling uneasy,
So why dont you send me a postcard?
Stamped it and tied up in laces it comes to my front yard...
I'm feeling quite ill,
I confess now that I'd like a postcard!
All you need is a pen and a picture,
It won't be so hard!
Like waiting for paint to dry,
Like a washcloth in the sky- (?)
I tried it,
But it felt kind of one sided,
Hearthrob honey baby,
Unprofose your lazy, (???)
And anything you gave me,
Had me sitting that great davies. (?!?)
Said am I gonna wonder,
Am I gonna wonder,
Am I gonna wonder,
Lest filled lust I open up,
My box and find a postcard?
I'm feeling uneasy,
So why dont you send me a postcard?
Stamped it and tied up in laces it comes to my front yard...
I'm feeling quite ill,
I confess now that I'd like a postcard!
All you need is a pen and a picture,
It won't be so hard!
Said am I gonna wonder,
Am I gonna wonder,
Am I gonna wonder,
Lest filled lust I open up,
My box and find a postcard?
(Sorry for screwing up some parts)

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