Macmailman Songtext

von Park Jefferson

I'll wake my eyes when it's time,
It's been a year and I'm getting tired of waiting up for you.
I'll hold your hand when you come down,
God knows this is the last sad song you're getting out of me.

Hold my head up so I can see right past your bullshit
And this tired conversation is going nowhere.

I'll amputate my arms so I'll never reach out to yours again.
I felt the sun set lying in a cornfield with Devin.

Coastlines turn to canvases before our eyes.
Letters sent stamped with goodbyes.

When I wake up I see painted birds that represent something that's become nothing. We've become nothing.

What once helped me breathe is eating my lungs and choking me up.
"People that we think we love, it's them we cannot trust."

So, I'll move to Portland by myself. Buy some furniture and silverware, and eat dinner all alone. I'm sorry for complaining all the time, this'll be the last time that I write. Just like I said, I won't pick up the phone.