I've been thinking of everything that I wanted to say.
Not exactly the words, but more the time, place, and the day.
So I'm writing you this song to let you know that I'm OK.
Everyone gets over their shit in their sad, pathetic ways
"Well it feels like I've broken up with two people in the same week."
This is my problem when I'm around you and I choose to speak
Lately, I've been feeling the year I'm having is the worst.
Everybody is treating me like I'm fucking cursed.
Because you are the one.
Judged by the grace of the sun.
Where were the ghosts when I needed them the most?
Contacting spirits until the sun rose.
"I want better than NASA."
So when you live among the stars, and you've colonized Mars,
Send me a postcard.