P.S. I Love You

I’m dreaming of loose ends and suicide

I jump to conclusions over night

The earth is a funny place

It’s flat and it floats in space

I’m packing my eagle and fly away

You leave me nothing else to do

I feel like a pancake next to you

No sugar on my back

My other side’s painful black

You talk about friendship and nothing else

It sounds like I’m lucky but it feels like hell

My heart is a funny place

One small needle, bales of hay

When the truth gets scary it runs away

When I’m lying next to you

You leave me nothing else to do

Moving your hair aside

A sweet glimpse of paradise

I want you to take me there

I’m shouting but I don’t care

Writing this letter is what I’ll do

P.S. I love you

Do you look at me, like I look at you?

Don’t wanna be your latest fool

Cupid had too much wine

He’s missing her all the time

I want you to take me there

I’m crying but I don’t care

Writing this letter is what I’ll do

P.S. I love you

I want you to take me there

I’m crying but I don’t care

Writing this letter is what I’ll do

P.S. I love you