Postcards from Hell

I didn't see the signs posted on the road

Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars

And I lose control, your face still looks bored

One, two, **** you,

I won't change for you

Wrong way, this time it's going down

You say, I'm immature to hang around

Okay, face-plant to the ground

I won't change for you,

I won't change for you

Tonight, I wash my hands off you

You set the bar

I could not live up to

Well, tonight, the light in breaking through

So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell

This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge

And you call me a loser falling over the edge

Like you're cutting all your losses like a bet you can hedge

One two, **** you,

I won't change for you

A black eye, and my heart is ripped out of my chest

Crucified, for not passing any of your stupid tests

Goodbye, right now

I could care less

I won't change for you,

I won't change for you

Tonight, I wash my hands off you

You set the bar

I could not live up to

Well, tonight the light in breaking through

So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell

We've come a long way, don't look down

Your heart is rotten, your heart is rotten

Too bad it was the wrong way, won't be long now

Till we hit the rock, bottom

Tonight, I wash my hands off you

You set the bar

I could not live up to

Well, tonight the light in breaking through

So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell

Tonight, I wash my hands off you

You set the bar

I could not live up to

Well, tonight the light in breaking through

So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell

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