Postal Address

I stay up late now
Rise with the sun
Head in a vice and
A phone in my arms
I was trying to call you
To say what you want
I was trying to call you
Sick to my stomach

I got your psychic
Postal address and
I sent a postcard
Straight to your head
I hope that you get it
I hope it makes sense
I thought of the ocean
Thought of your legs

I rest my head
You stumble in
I rest my head
You stumble in

Roof's getting damaged
Hail's comin' in
A meteor shower
Rattlin' tin
I'd say it is soothin'
The world could be endin'
'Least I imagine
Call me John Lennon

I got a paycheck
Straight to my landlord
House that we wanted
We can't afford, it
Beats where we last were
House made of cardboard
In the city
Busy and bored

I rest my head
You stumble in
I rest my head
You stumble in



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Writer(s): Alexander Ladd J Biggs
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