The mailman is my best friend by now
And i buy way too much stuff online when i'm sad
None of these clothes will keep me warm enough
Once they arrive
And i'm lacking someone else's skin against mine
All of these thoughts
Run through my head
While I'm still in my underwear
While I'm still sitting on my bed
Looking at old pictures from the past
I still wear the ring you gave me
Made from your old skateboard parts
Next to one in the color of your name
And I'll send you a postcard and a package full of kisses
In the mail
Including a tracking number
So arrival doesn't fail
All of these thoughts
Run through my head
While I'm still in my underwear
While I'm still sitting on my bed
Looking at old pictures from the past
Nothing to lose
Nothing that I like
Try to walk a day in my shoes
I've lived through black skinny jeans
Change the only thing
Always there for me