Postcard from Stranger Songs by My Fictions

You postcard wasn’t postmarked
It hangs right above my bed
And photos of you still hide in each drawer of my desk
And each time I answer my phone
There’s a call I’ll never get

It makes no sense
I can’t focus anymore
I’m dodging landmines in my mind
And if I fall into a trap it’s like I go right back to feeling hopeless
Instead of just deprived
I’m stuck waiting for good news and trying to improve
I’m living healthy, but I’m not well

And I think I’ve apologized enough times to expose the fact
That I won’t ever forgive myself
It’s in the stars themselves, I can see them here from hell
Years away, nothing ever says – but it hurts
It just blooms and burns
It just blooms and burns
But that’s the way it goes
Nothing stays, and it hurts

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