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.