this postcard dated three months ago
is just as hard to read as the day we left from home
and i'm here thinking of those words you'd say
promises don't mean anything
*you wanted this to be
but i'm not sure that anything
could stay the way it seems
cause you know it's not easy

staring back at last years pictures
always helps me to rembember
the nights we spent
and all the things i said but never meant

i never meant for it to be like this