Postcard (Just Like You)

She was just like you All green and blue Those neon hues The worn out shoes Just like you Just like you She was just like you I'm red and blue 'Cause all these words Never bloomed So I died right there And she left Like you Just like you Just like you Send me a fucking postcard from Paris Tell me your trip was all you imagined Tell me you wanted to get back together Tell me I'm sounding just like my parents Tell me I should've waited and waited and waited Tell me I should've called you and called you and called you Tell me you're always right And I'll tell you I've been better