Post Office Songtext
von Dresser

Winter isn′t made better by being lovesick and not fickle
And I just can't get you out of my head
And I swear that all you see is I′ve got issues
I've got serious issues
Did your mother never teach you to forget?

And it fucked up my afternoon when I saw you at the post office
Went into shock I barely felt conscious
Not used to the presence of angels
This independently spirited angel
You feel like a good book I only half read


Crossing lights don't make me wait anymore
They think that I should be with who I adore
But I′m not getting anywhere quickly
Though we both found it funny
Did it put you off when I laughed during?
We can have some fun don′t wrinkle your forehead

Came to be so unassumingly like the sidewalk before me
Flowers left on doorsteps contemplated to melodramatically
Walking home in the snow
Street corners finding significance
Oh what I didn't do back then

Winter isn′t made better by being lovesick and not fickle
And I just can't get you out of my head