Postcards

A quill and ink Spilling everything that I'm thinking Wondering can I talk you down, and work this out? I mail it out In the little blue box on the other side of town We're on the brink Of losing touch, losing us Tears falling in the sink I brush 'em off, paint a smile on Try not to blink Try not to overthink Another postcard Falling on your deaf ears Falling on your deaf, your deaf heart Another postcard Falling on your deaf ears Falling on your deaf, your deaf heart It's been 3 weeks Haven't heard a peep Are you getting these? I'm freaking out I'm breaking down On this mountain top I'm tumbling down Another postcard Falling on your deaf ears Falling on your deaf, your deaf heart Another postcard Falling on your deaf ears Falling on your deaf, your deaf heart But I still hold my breath That some day you'll read them And you'll remember what we had I know they're not much but They're all I've got so Are they enough to bring you back? But they're just postcards Falling on your deaf ears Falling on your deaf, your deaf heart They're just postcards Falling on your deaf ears Falling on your deaf, your deaf heart They're just postcards Falling on your deaf ears Falling on your deaf, your deaf heart