By the time you get the postcard I'll say

I didn't mean the things I said

The time you wanna touch me I'll say

I didn't really read the books I said I read

Go ahead, ring the doorbell I'll answer the door

But what do you wanna talk to me for-

ty hours ago, I was feeling one way

Now I'm feeling another

Is there supposed to be one thing to latch onto?

I'm feeling echo and blue silhouettes upon my shoe

Of the person I once really knew I knew better

Than I really do better when I am not with you