Answers On A Postcard

well the summer snuck in and stole you
like a theif in the night
now you're running like a wild child
burning down my sweet piece of mind
and the mobs don't seem to care
they're all tripping just to fall
at your feet
oh, the salt of giving in
it always tastes so sweet
so play the role of righteous
safe behind that coy little smile
like answers on a postcard
you've been sending me all the while
the push and pull is heaven
till the morning when you feel like hell
I guess that's the price you pay
for wearing it all so well
do you ever stop to think
maybe what you're doing is wrong
every tryst in the dark
makes your case feel a little less strong
so fall into the arms of a studier frame
well I wonder to myself
if you're ever gonna change
for me
well I guess fate's got a funny way of saying
this is how it should be
and the words are nothing new
but you love it when they point your way
cause the validation is the fix
and you're a junkie trying to find a good vein
yeah, you're selling off your soul
to buy a little piece of reprieve, oh
but the scars on your arms
make it hard for me to want to leave
do you ever stop to think
maybe what you're doing is wrong
every tryst in the dark
makes your case feel a little less strong
so fall into the arms of a studier frame
well I wonder to myself
if you're ever gonna change
for me
yeah I wonder to myself if you're ever gonna change
a thing
yeah I wonder to myself how you live with
what you've come to be
maybe I just found a better way of saying
this is how it should be