My blanket sends me a postcard saying "it's not the same without you here." My pillow would like for you to know that a piece of it dies whenever you go. And you are the man for me, but i'm not sure if i'm your kind of girl.
As i was walking down the street today i said "hello" to everything i saw
When they asked how i was,i would say, "I'm good, i'm great i'm really really great."
It's late November and the weather could not have been any better than the weather was today. Yesterday was Thanksgiving and tomorrow will be Christmas, if i had a pen and paper I'd write to you everyday. After December it's hard to remember how good life i was feeling, but then it will be spring. If i had a doppelganger i would send her out to see you, but now you're in L.A that city rubs me the wrong way.
When i'd ask you what you'd think you'd say "It's good, it's great it's really really great."
My curtains miss the sound of your voice, my sheets are expecting a souvenir. The rug on my floor is slightly reserved but all is forgiven whenever you're near. And you are, the man for me but i'm not sure if i'm your kind of girl.
As i was walking down the street today i said "hello" to everything i saw
When they asked how i was, i would say, "I'm good, i'm great i'm really really great."
At the end of April i'll be 24, and soon after that i will be 25. If it still feels like forever since the last time that i saw you, when i turn 26 there will be something about it. I would write you an epic album-if i could do more than just sing and play bass. And if i could do more than just walk and run i would drive to you and sing it to your face.
When i'd ask you your opinion you'd say "It's good, it's great it's really really great."
Then i'd say "You are the man for me, but i'm not sure that i'm your kind of girl."
My blanket sends me a postcard saying "it's not the same without you here." My pillow would like for you to know that a piece of it dies whenever you go.
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