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