Postcards

My skin is thick Like your lipstick It makes me sick to my stomach You words left bruises The last time that you used me It was a kick But i loved it You told me that i’m different But there’s no space in your heart to fit in It’s hard to let things go If they never happened So why you introduce me To your friends and your family now It’s hard to let things go If they kinda happened Now i’m sending postcards With no hearts Scribble out the ex Such a mess Guess i need another Postcard It’s so hard you’re still in my head Since you left You gotta hold gotta hold on me Was i too much Too hard to love Or not enough To be worth it You’re still my muse Even know i’d never choose it Somehow i’m hooked I’ll admit it