Postcard Testo

Painting myself in the corner.
What I bought and why it takes so long,
Something inside of her warned her.

Chorus:

I know that it doesn't matter much
But I hope we'll, keep in touch.
I know that we won't go on as such
But I hope we'll, keep in touch.
Could it be that hard,
To send you a postcard?

Verse 2:

Fragile smile, a ragged sleeve,
Didn't laugh once to often.