Gone Postal
Gone Postal
From slow to fast breathing, and the unsteady pace of my heart.
Gives me away to you, I was killed off from the start
of this storybook tale that’s ripped us apart,
I think I’ve gone postal.
I can’t make the clouds look like what I want myself to believe.
In this world of unsteady truth and lies it’s so easy to be deceived,
Oh, can’t you understand, why I never show that I bleed.
It’s because I’ve gone postal.
A straightjacket of memories, and a muzzle of lies,
It’s what’s forced on my person, in the midst of tonight.
If I told you that I had traded my cross for a chance to dine,
It would be because I’ve gone postal.
I could never show you who I could be,
Not because you didn’t let me,
It’s not your fault, It’s all my fault.
The one special fault,
Of me going postal.
From slow to fast breathing, and the unsteady pace of my heart.
Gives me away to you, I was killed off from the start
of this storybook tale that’s ripped us apart,
I think I’ve gone postal.
I can’t make the clouds look like what I want myself to believe.
In this world of unsteady truth and lies it’s so easy to be deceived,
Oh, can’t you understand, why I never show that I bleed.
It’s because I’ve gone postal.
A straightjacket of memories, and a muzzle of lies,
It’s what’s forced on my person, in the midst of tonight.
If I told you that I had traded my cross for a chance to dine,
It would be because I’ve gone postal.
I could never show you who I could be,
Not because you didn’t let me,
It’s not your fault, It’s all my fault.
The one special fault,
Of me going postal.