A postcard can never be too deep
It’s a piece of me for you to keep
I’m up at night can’t get to sleep
Because thoughts can only seem to weep--
But by the time you look up from bed
You forget what you could’ve done instead
It’s not worth remembering what we said
It’s not lingering inside of your head--
I can guess why you sing
you damn know how to use your wings
I can’t give a shit to why the phone don’t ring
But why lie when we know everything--
By this time at night, no ones at the bars
They’ve come and gone, packed their guitars
I’ll never be used to all those stars
You send thru the phone, miles, miles apart--
I can say I wish you were here
There’s something happening here
“What it is, ain’t exactly clear”
Honey, we got to beware--
Summer you said was your time to break
This was your time to reach out and take
Everything that you said could make
What was so special at stake
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