I’m waiting in the mail for a postcard
Sent from a special place and time
I love it when you call me funny
You say it and it’s my favourite line
We’re jealous of the cool kids and their clothes
But we just act like we’re fine
Get caught in the rain to be spontaneous
You said I’m retarded and that you’re mine
Running wild in a Monet picture
We laugh at the words we try to rhyme
Talk about school and teachers
Staying up until we fall asleep at nine
Climbing the trees all summer
We fall off but we’re still fine
I’m waiting in the mail for a postcard
Sent from a special place and time.
