It's pouring outside, and my roof is leaking
I just let the raindrops bleed out the ink from my notebook sheets, and
Today's a Thursday, and then it's three days late
I marked on the calendar, and circled today's date
This is the last straw, this isn't life here
I'm packing my dreams up, and leaving my nightmares
And they save the west til you feel the sunset
And there you'll become a star
So I traded my skinny jeans for dreams and limousines
And I'm gone
I'll send you a postcard, saying I'm alright (alright)
On the back, that I'm in amor with life
I'll send you a postcard, and sign my name in the stars...
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