The Postman

Waiting for the postman Standing in a brick well Breathing in the smoke and Breathing in the sweet smell I need that letter, after all of this I went home again Nice to know you miss me I'm scared you haven't been well From breathing in the smoke and Staying at that motel We need to be better, after all of this You go back again The postman doesn't care it's just the things that he sends I'll leave all my close friends in the end of the bend I need time to just spend with one hand left on the edge 'til someone comes and lends one and I'll say I'm pretend Walking to the bakery Down the street where I fell Breathing in the pastries Breathing in the sweet smell I need to be better, after all of this I go back again The postman doesn't care it's just the things that he sends I'll leave all my close friends in the end of the bend I need time just to spend with one hand left on the edge 'til someone comes and lends one and I'll say I'm pretend Waiting for the postman to laminate my wages Thought of dancing in the movies and dancing on the stages I need to get a face lift to stay pretty in the pages I need to get agent I need to get some patience Waiting for the postman to navigate the papers Of drawings of the people I haven't seen in ages But all I see are strangers, who walked me through the changes And nights I was awake, with their pretty perfect faces I would like to say something But all I hear are boys chirping And I would like to report a crime But you say you don't have the time And I would like to tell the postman Hurry, cause waiting is getting bland And I'd like him to care about my plan And my attention span Nice to know that things have changed Nice to know it's still the same I would never go and say That anyone could take my breathe away It would be a lie but I like that It wouldn't be fine but I'm like that Nice to know it's nice to see That I feel nice in your company And nice things never happen to nice bumblebees It's clear to see You need something to tell the time But you can not read your watch My shoelaces are untied Instead you tied my heart in a knot Waiting for the postman to laminate my wages Thought of dancing in the movies and dancing on the stages I need to get a face lift to stay pretty in the pages I need to get agent I need to get some patience Waiting for the postman to navigate the papers Of drawings of the people I haven't seen in ages But all I see are strangers, who walked me through the changes And nights I was awake, with their pretty perfect faces Waiting for the postman Standing in a brick well Breathing in the smoke and Breathing in the sweet smell I need that letter, after all of this I went home again