Postcard

I sent you a postcard from Tokyo, baby

You never picked it up

I even wrote it in Japanese, baby

You didn’t give a fuck

Coz I don’t sleep like your body’s on me

I won’t feel right until we can be

Underneath everything that’s between

Yeah

I’m undone about to burst at my seems

Coz I am picturing you beside me

So let me be everything that you need

Yeah

But you’re still picking me up

Don’t put me back down like it’s nothing to ya

You’re still picking me up

Don’t you put me back down

Don’t you put me back down

Like it’s nothing to ya

Like it’s nothing to ya

I remember that night when you first called me crazy

Only you picked it up

Kissed me and said ‚I love you baby’

You didn’t give a fuck

Now I don’t sleep unless your bodies on me

I won’t feel right until we can be

Underneath everything that’s between

Yeah

I’m undone about to burst at my seems

Coz I am picturing you beside me

So let me be everything that you need

Yeah

But you’re still picking me up

Don’t put me back down like it’s nothing to ya

You’re still picking me up

Don’t you put me back down

Don’t you put me back down

Like it’s nothing to ya

Like it’s nothing to ya

Take your time

Pull me in

Push me out

Simplify all the whispers you doubt

Coz I know what you’re thinking about